Sunday morning, I walked into the den and realized that Santi had had the delivery guys stack the new doors against the bookcase. Actually, that wasn’t really the realization; I had been there. The realization was that my three bags of chocolate were on a shelf behind those doors.
Panic attack! How would I get to my chocolates?!?
I moved a roll of insulation and discovered that I could fit my hand in the angle behind the doors and reach my chocolates. No more panic attack.
San Geraldo, who has been hiding in his office ever since everything was delivered, found it ironic that I was completely calm about the mess and the renovations until I thought I had lost access to my chocolate.
I don’t know why that’s so difficult to comprehend.
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| SNIFFING OUT MY TRUFFLES (LIKE THE TRUFFLE-SNIFFING PIG THAT I AM). |
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| WHAT REALLY MATTERS. |
