
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