The other night I was getting ready to go to bed and was struck by the urge to clean off my bedside table. By the time I was done, among the five pairs of earrings (that end up on the table because I forget to take them out until I am in bed, and then don’t want to get out of bed to put them away) a tube of cortisone cream from my rather disastrous discovery last month that I am extremely allergic to lavender oil, five pens (four of them purple, two without lids) and three notebooks for jotting down dissertation ideas as they come to me as I am drifting off to sleep,
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Agree! And a perfect ending, too.
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so you're saying I should read it? :)
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