This past August, as the anniversary of my accident passed for the 22nd time, I was, as always, surprised by how much better I felt when 3:05 passes (the actual time of the crash.) After 3:05, I feel like I can breathe easier. I made it. Another year.
If we were having coffee, you would have waited to get my drink and a special croissant because it was my birthday – thank you! As it happens, I woke up early that morning shivering because I was drenched in sweat – I’m afraid I was having a hot flash! Boo! My grandmother went through menopause really early, her early 30s, I believe, though my mother did not. I really want to have a second baby.
If we were having coffee, we would be happy to settle into our usually Sunday Spot, and I’ll watch out the window while you get your drink. You had a really hard week at work, and while tell me about it, I silently give thanks that Cohiba’s job allows me to stay home with the Wee One, because I love doing it.
But at the same time,