Z. said over dinner two nights ago. Little did he know that all he had to do was touch me with his four-year-old hand and I would have dissolved completely. I'd had the worst of days.
But Tuesday is behind me and Friday upon me. Busy weekend of cooking and friends should do the trick. As I said to E. I have somehow managed to pull myself slightly back from the edge of my balcony over the abyss.
Tough week, but it could have been tougher.
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