I took the afternoon off on Sunday to regrow things gnawed off. (Not my uterus. The bane of my existence for 20 years is NOT coming back in this body.)
Things welcomed back yesterday included: tackling the Italian language, gorging myself on historical research, while washing it all down with old horror movies.
I have worked so hard these last months on my sports writing, that I had lost essential bits of me.
Admittedly, these Chloe-bits are rather a.) corny, b.) hermit-proving and c.) borderline-neurotic, but they are me.
I’ve got to say, it was nice to see myself again.