Birthday cake sneakily snuck in by little sleepy yoga masters while I read and brooded in my fantastic ill-lit (why are my rooms always ill-lit?) abode.
cries of surprise, supplies of sugar highs and we all compromise, little sweet soft slices of quiet melting cake cream.
Karin gave me her steady smile as I thanked her, and then as I cut the cake for the guests, she came behind me with a mother hug squeeze.
That moment, it meant more to me than 30 cakes could. I don't know if we've shared any/much physical contact in the past few weeks, but there she was, with a loving several-second hug. I appreciate them soo much.
OTHER NEWS
went out with a waiter, bought running shoes, watched a thunderstorm, drank on the rooftop.
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