I spent a frustrating hour or two,
Trying to take care of the website setup.
And with six more hours of work looming,
And more senses of failure than I could handle,
I lost it on Phil. Sobbed.
He told me to take the day off.
No more work.
So I slept and read to Caleb and read a book
And made spaghetti.
And when my sister called to show me the reader covers,
They turned out so beautifully,
And my afternoon had been so lovely, my whole day turned around.
But was my response from proving the remedy,
Or from a long period of legitimate stress?
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