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is it thursday already? barely, it’s 11:15pm as i sit here staring at a spreadsheet of figures which are looking a little funny and not making sense. not enough sense to be made into a pie chart. mmmm… pie. is it march already? something to be happy about, but as soon as tomorrow is over, and then once saturday is over i’ll be having a slow sunday. and how i am looking forward to it. how my loved one is looking forward to it. how my home, my books, my stove, my desk, my couch are all looking forward to sunday. because the last few days have involved early mornings, late nights, no cooking, no resting, no reading and no time for all the things which make you feel good.

there was of course the goodness of coming home two days in a row to a homecooked meal. chicken curry one night and a rich tomato sauce with perfect pasta tonight. even at 9pm at night, i am thankful i am not one of those girls who don’t eat carbs past 6pm. when we feel a little out of it, we call it crumpy. feeling crumpled, but each time this happens we know that somewhere one of us will pull out a ‘baked treat’ {be it a cooked meal, a favourite book, a joke, a lift from the far away bus stop or waiting for you to dry your hair so you can walk out together}. feeling crumpy is not such a bad thing, when there is someone to pull out the baked treat for you.