Feeling stressed, Mr 16's physical wellbeing is unclear, and I'm unsure about how to proceed with the audition tomorrow. If he were worse, I'd have rung today to ask for a later audition, but he's borderline. Going to bed and hoping to sleep. Maybe the morning will make things clearer. Meanwhile, the pantry has been a source of temporary comfort.
Borrow for the holidays – new non-fiction
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