No one knows that it's actually tomorrow - except you lucky people who know I exist online.
All I've told people is that it's this month, maybe 1 or 2 people know it's this week.
Amazingly and somewhat predictably, my friend who broke her leg whilst on holiday skiing had to rearrange our dinner blitz (how I like to refer to it anyway, talk too much too fast, eat really good food, and usually experiment on a new bit of liquor). She said, it's going to have to be April I'm afraid, I said that's fine doll (and I think to myself - of all 30 days she's going to pick that random Tuesday). And of course she did.
And it turns out I was really rather grateful for it. Because she is one of my Rocket boosters as Lisa Nichols calls them - people who bring the good, shine a light, and you can feel safe and open around. And I thought, whatever happens, she will always be down for a giggle, will let me wallow but only for about 15 minutes, and then look onwards and upwards. On the other hand... if tomorrow goes as I expect it will - pass pass pass - she's going to have to skip her pain meds because there will be wine!
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