Gush. Giggle. And Anne Lamott.
This morning, not quite done with reunion cuddling, I slipped back into bed after wiping counters, washing the frying pan that produced the eggplant parmesan waiting for me when I arrived home last night, fetching the papers from the curb (and smiling, smiling! at the cars zooming by, which shows how deeply refreshed I am).
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