So, I went to a cafe to decompress. Normally, I would order a coffee (cafe late, nonfat milk, and extra foam). But this time the only thing I wanted was a hot chocolate. I sipped my drink and remembered to breathe. I have to say, this was a day of not really *loving* what is going on right now but the chocolate helped me accept the reality of this situation. And tomorrow is another day to formulate a plan to restore my little New York City apartment back to the peaceful abode it once was.
Giving into grief.
23 hours ago
Some days are "hot chocolate days". The good news is it was not a "gin and tonic day". Steel wool will do the trick.
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