Missy and I have a sort of unofficial ritual of briefing each other on how our day was if we didn’t spend said day together. In a way, it’s like the day isn’t officially over until I’ve told her about it.
I know. That sounds nice.
Unfortunately, in practice, it means that if I have a bad day it’s not officially over until I’ve bummed her out too.
Note from Missy: Fortunately, we work in the same office space now. So those kind of days are far fewer. :)