It all begun with a call with Fidel, my husband. Kids were not home yet, it was just nice. This kind of call that seems normal but make you warm. Morning for me, evening for him. 13h difference… My day was beginning.
I was ready to go for my run but decided to investigate once more the car and see if I could find my phone – the number of hours with light are counted in Maine and when I come back from work it is already dark… And I found it! I found my phone, in the small box in between the two front seats! I vaguely recall something on Saturday…. is it early Alzheimer?
And my run was great! A bit cold (2°C only, a bit grey as if the snow wanted to get down).
I was ready for the day!
* “What a day today!”, in Catalan language.
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Fantastic idea this blog! So we will feel closer…missing you ever day!
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Hi Francesca, I hope so too… sharing a bit of myself, send me pictures on your side!
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