After a nice, relaxing weekend that involved a trip to the Sheep Cabin for a winter picnic (hot dogs cooked on a woodstove, followed by marshmallowy deliciousness), working on the new quilt, and catching up on a year's worth of Chatelaine, coming in to work on Monday morning feels like a let-down.
I'm technically in charge while my boss is away, and already I've had an anxiety-related breakout. I'm 32, I don't want to be dealing with stupid skin issues.
Okay, time to dive in.
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