A cuppa

The house is quiet, it’s lovely. I have a small breeze coming from the window, and while I hurt like he’ll it is peaceful.

I’m working up the energy to load the dishwasher. I need to empty his urinal, and I need to sweep the floors.

I am sitting with a cuppa. It’s amazing how a cup of tea can make everything just okay. Sometimes, a few moments, stolen from the obligations…

I think I will just sit for a few minutes longer. I deserve it.


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