Nothing says rise and shine better on a Monday morning than a pounding headache and throbbing eyeballs. I balefully eye the Pinot Gris that has nothing to do with my delicate condition and contemplate remedial action to curb overwrought emotional manifestations. Given that not very much surprises me usually, why am I so taken aback when it’s me? Its like my brain disengages from the proceedings, leaving my emotions fraught with instant, unbearable hurt. The confusion magnified as the howling wind rattles the window and I crawl under the duvet and curl up, unable to get warm. The desire to call for back up, overwhelming.
Morning brings light, and the little men with hammers…..
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