Once in a lifetime.

The story begins a couple of weeks ago. I’d had a hard week. Not at work, really … more like¬†overbooking¬†for social events and staying out late every night. So by Thursday I was beat. I daydreamed about sleeping in on Saturday morning, waking when I felt like it, taking Oliver on a leisurely walk and enjoying a cup of coffee on my couch.

Then Natasha emailed me. Continue reading