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I feel as though the last 24 hours have been a huge mush of rushing and adrenaline and endless waiting and adrenaline and sitting.

This blog post is me phoning it in because I meant to write at the hospital (where I had infinite time and also … no time) but it never happened.  And now I’m home and exhausted and unable to make my brain work in any sane, linear manner.

Life is hard.  Adulting is hard.  It’s all hard.

But we do it anyway.

Xox, g

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