Growing up, I knew two things that were “multi-purpose”: the subterranean room in my elementary school creatively named The Multi-Purpose Room, and my father’s swim trunks. One morning, when I was in middle school, I came downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast and saw him wearing his swim trunks.
🧡🧡🧡 beautifully written, thank you for sharing.
A small good thing - your cat kneading on your lap. Or, kneading on your papers while you try and edit. Kneading.
This week I'm on vacation, especially from anxiety. You remind me that I need to remember that.