Sunday seems like it is almost over. Where did the morning go?
Had a bit of a hangover (spiritual and physical) so I called the Contessa and she graciously nurtured me back to health with french bread, tea and a sympathetic ear. And a walkie.
The headache is gone and the voice is making its way back.
So many things to do. And all I want to do is sit.
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