I love that yesterday when we ended up at That Swedish Megastore of Inexpensive Design, the man knew the precise moment I hit overload, because the way I walk changed.
And then he made a concerted effort to hustle me out of the store as rapidly as possible, so I didn't hit meltdown/ crisis point.
That is observational love, my friends.
Today, I am busy being grateful that I have lots of work to do, so it will hopefull keep me active and awake.
I am horribly afradi I am going to flat out fall over into zzzzzzz...
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