Sunday morning, I’m waking slowly. My brain ahead of my body which is feeling heavier than usual against the mattress. I can't quite gather if it’s because of the one extra Saturday night beer or the melatonin gummy my husband gave me as we settled under blankets with our books and phones.. but I know I don't feel ready to face this day yet. I am awake …
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