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.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Day 22: Relief in a cup
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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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