Hi all,
I write to you while I wait for the kettle to boil. My fingertips smell like lemons as my day is measured by mugs of warm honey lemon water. When healthy, I tend to fantasize about a treasured Sick Day. No emails! No meetings!
What would I do with my freedom? Read an entire book? Mid-afternoon walk? Catch up on laundry? Cook a pot of meatballs? M…
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