I felt yesterday’s pity party needed a little cleaning up before it can
be put behind us, covered with a tarp and forgotten about like that 9th
grade science project currently rotting in your parents’ garage.
Despite the tenuous state of my Prozac glaze yesterday, Sunday turned
out to be a very good day.
In short: I recovered.
It is this recovery; it is this ability
to recover that I must focus on.
Years ago, this ability was as foreign to me as a daytrip to Mars.
While a Martian weekend is still out of reach, a “Pleasant Valley Sunday” is
not.
That is the point.
There. All done. We’re ready for that tarp now.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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