Nostradamus I'm Not
I sent her the e-mail during the day regarding our finances that would, if past events are any indication, send her through the roof. When I came home from work, she said nothing about it, as if she didn’t see the e-mail, though I know she did.
The worst case scenario is that she’s saving it up and will let me have it over the weekend. The best scenario is that she agreed with me, or decided I was correct, even if she didn’t like what I had to say, or perhaps my exceptional tact and writing skills and good looks did the trick.
She was quite pleasant, too. There were no undercurrents of discontent or resentment.
So today, which is my day off, I will eat, drink and be merry. Maybe tonight I’ll be murdered in my sleep.