It’s amazing how a conversation with an Italian cook can make one’s day. The food was good, too.
And now I have an unexpected free evening, a wonderful crazy idea to ponder before saying no, and a door that I’m not sure I want to open because I don’t know what’s behind it or how much it will hurt me or them to close it again if I don’t like what’s behind it. Maybe I should say yes. Maybe I should walk through the door.
Maybe it’s just today. Maybe I can sleep it off.
Wake up, child. Wake up.
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