He did something small but sweet for me this morning. I was in the kitchen chopping the vegetables for his pot roast in the crock pot. When he left, he turned the TV from ESPN to VH1 Soul. I usually listen to it while cooking dinner. Isn't that sweet? I know, it's small. Like starting my car for me on a cold morning when I'm running late. He's done that, too.

My face is clearing up, but that is par for the course. For a week or two a month, it's hideous. The other two weeks, it's semi-cleared/clearing. I'll just use the antibiotic lotion and Cetaphil until next month and see if that changes anything. If not, I may be going back on Accutane. Oh, joy.