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No more lemons…

Wow, this week just keeps getting worse. Had two shitty, bad-news emails in a row this afternoon — guess vacation is really over — and I think I can say with some level of certainty that we are full-up on lemons, thank you!

I don’t know how she knew I needed it — I’ve become quite the expert at hiding the dark unrest in my soul from Greta these days — but she sat up while I was changing her, put her hands on my cheeks and told me: “It’s OK, Daddy. I love you, Dada.” and then kissed me. Sweetest. Thing. Ever. Totally made my day. So, I say, fuck the lemonade-making…sweet baby kisses for everyone!

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