Glad to be home. Meetings yesterday went well, despite feeling fatigued. r has no clue what is in the box. I'm giving no hints.
Updated: Scened with r. last night. It didn't go well, but I didn't think it was that bad. This morning I was hopeful that she'd be on the mend so-to-speak but I now realize she's not--seems worse. Last night she was offering for me to do things to her that she normally wouldn't consider. I've tried to speak with her about it, but I have to wait for a more appropriate time. I'm worried she'll turn to her one of sadist friends for advice (which of course will be the wrong advice).