Isabelle and I are on the couch waking up still. The countdown has begun since this is the last week of the turnaround, the last Monday, thank god. My jaw aches from stress and anxiety like someone is squeezing my poor nerves to death.
Things are going okay. We are still waiting for news on the loan but it should work out unless something insane happens. Once again, I'm still not ready to celebrate but do have a bottle of pink champagne that is waiting expectantly in the fridge. My life seems so cursed at times the idea that something good might happen is such a non-reality. But I keep my body crossed for good news.
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