Work has taken on a nightmarish aspect this semester.
I decided to go to a cafe I read about on breakfast out and try and catch up on work this afternoon. I was feeling so emotionally drained and sore of spirit that I thought I'd read Frankie and crochet for half an hour first.
The crochet blanket is slavish imitation of cosmicpluto and the food at Pippa May cook was sensational. I had the sweet breakfast crumble and, with a pot of bonsoy chai, it was eight kinds of delicious.
I am much revived.
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