I had to wait a while before I could write about our New Year’s Eve celebration. Not because I drank so much that I was still hung over. Not because I had so much fun that I am only now sending out thank you notes and finishing up my photo books.
No, it’s so I could get a solid hold on what reality I was living that weekend and when I told you, I wanted to get it exactly right.
My husband had a nosebleed in the middle of December. He suffered in silence, as it started in the middle of the night and all evidence of it was gone by the morning. It was no more than a footnote over our morning coffee.
That weekend he had another. I raised an eyebrow and have to wash a load of towels.
Still, only two nosebleeds. Not a huge deal but…
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