Monday August 16th
Day 117
I lose myself in hunting dust balls under my desk, cleaning my study into a bedroom for a special guest - my brother coming to stay from across the sea. I close the door to keep the pussy cat from jumping on the freshly made bed.
Very late, when my two other special guests have gone home, and my husband is waiting in bed, I realise I forgot to write a line. As if I shut that door in my mind too.
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