The survival was degrading, but it was there.

It’s a compromise I’m far too familiar with.

Oh, the plumber came and went yesterday without a panic attack on my part. There was, however, a fair bit of hiding.

Hiding.

As in the physical sense.

If I was five and the plumber was a big, hairy bug that would be ok.

I am not five. The plumber was not insect-y in the least. And it was not ok.

But it was there.

Sometimes, that’s all you can as of survival.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe