It's okay. The Christmas holiday is spent with the other sweet slow. Better than the others who seemed to take years to digest it quickly and mozzicate was not even the usual usual sandwich bar at the usual lunch break. I really appreciated a certain atmosphere of remission compared with a certain ostentation of the past years, even the Christmas Mass seemed more real and less bridging, less show.
I rested a lot. In fact to be honest I had to rest. What did not surprise me crabs because I expected it ... ah ... well ... that idiot ... write it as if it were to be entirely clear, but forget that it's a nice piece that does not put anything. Yeah. The reason why I did not leave after Christmas or Epiphany, or simply wish to live in this period is that some suspended, waiting. I look in all directions, and is no longer a little girl first hair I do not know if I'm lucky to wait nine months for all I have to leave or reduce the displeasure of seeing all end up in the usual twelve weeks. You are all intelligent people ... and I know that being left open-mouthed amazement start now been smiling for me ... I knew when I found out! When I am a little safer courageous and tell how it happened that afternoon in a dark and stormy with a stick in one hand and the negative puzzle Barbie to start again with my daughter I felt inside me a strange inexplicable euphoria (as in fact the response) and how it happened that some mornings changed after I noticed the smell of my pee that something had happened to me the same.
There is a long way to go. I hope it's downhill and I wait for a beautiful rosy dawn.
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