I wish I could bottle this shining Portuguese light .....and sip it every day.... a magic potion to dispel all inner darkness.
This morning, in a steamed up cafe, I cried a bit into my hot chocolate while my sister listened to me, helped me unravel the mysteries and dramas of my harsh inner critic. Sharing half an almond chocolate brownie, half a lime polenta cake, both sweet and light, helped a lot too.
I woke up just now with the knobbly imprint of my husband's thick knitted jumper on my cheek - didn't realise I'd dozed off, curled against his chest while he frowned at the mysteries and dramas of the TV news......so I know it's time to turn in. And follow the advice of a friend who has a note to herself stuck on her wall -
GO TO BED ON THE SAME DAY YOU WAKE UP.
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