Last night as part of my study, I wrote my worries on small pieces of paper and tucked them inside this sugar bowl, my own version of a worry box. It’s amazing how many I actually had and how frantically I wrote. I’m trying to leave them there and not take them on myself.

Cooper is home safe and sound, with five less teeth and the identification of a heart murmur. The plumbing is functioning properly. The residents at Chez Ragged are taking a deep breath and exhaling.

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