Birthday number twenty-eight. And three days from taking the bar exam. Not the most mixable of substances, but we're pulling it off anyway, nonetheless. Not that time gives us much of an option in the matter.
As do sunset sailing trips, and celebratory supportive words, and demonstrative love coming from (almost) all directions of our life. And books, too. Lots of books. (Books that aren't legal treatises.) Promising themselves to us - in now less than five days and counting...
Counting down to being fully present again. Maybe you'll notice when it happens. Maybe you won't. Maybe I can say the same about me.
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