So it's like, 8:20 in the morning and I hear my bedroom door open, but I'm too tired to fully wake up and see why. I hear someone cross the room, then this person like, jumps onto my bed right next to me. I open my eyes and meet Sara's. Nice. I don't think a day could start any better. She snuck into my house. Good thing we keep our dogs outside. We laid there for awhile, talking a little, but mostly just holding each other. After ten or so minutes, she had to go because she had EFY at 9. She knows how to surprise me. I had a good day. Here is what I thought would stress me out. They had a dance today at EFY. And I couldn't be there. My girlfriend would be dancing with other guys. This is why I felt jumpy and worried for, oh, about ten seconds before I realized this feeling of trust I had was here for a reason. I really don't care if she dances with other guys. I trust her. Simple as that. I had a fun time at work. The timing was off on the wrap, and I had no idea why. So I'm standing here, troubleshooting the matter, while the blades are cutting through the fatboys instead of the wrap. Not a good thing. That created about six boxes of rejects I had to deal with. I ordered one of the workers to go and get Tiff. As soon as she came, however, I had the problem solved, and Tiff was somewhat impressed that I didn't need her after all. Score. Later that night, the wafers started going under the rail and smashing up. Jordan was doing boxing, so he was the one who had to deal with the rejects. After examining the rail setup, I loosened some bolts and slid the rail a little bit forward. Problem solved. Tiff came in a little later and asked me why the floor was messy. I told her what had happened and how I fixed it. Score again. I wanted to be with Sara. I drove past her house after work, only to see every light off. I used the excuse of going out to get gas to drive by her house again and maybe get lucky. Nope. Still dark. My list of things that made me happy today: 1. Sara sneaking into my house. 2. The fidanza flywheel I ordered. 3. Having a dang good day at work. 4. Laughing my head off at Jordan. 5. This really good feeling I have about Sara and the dance. I love Sara. I want to be with her. I want to hold her. I want to have a good long conversation with her. I want to go to her family reunion. Here's a thought. What if, by some chance, she was still there when I got off my mission?