And it passes like a summer storm.
I slept most of the day and now I feel much better.
With all the crying I was doing I felt wrung out like threadbare towel. But now I feel rested and refreshed.
I have a another pot of Ratatouille simmering on the stove and everything is OK again.
With all the crying I was doing I felt wrung out like threadbare towel. But now I feel rested and refreshed.
I have a another pot of Ratatouille simmering on the stove and everything is OK again.
It isn't anything I do, it is just something that happens to me, like the weather.