today has been a good day "at work". left bed at 5.30. took dog out, fed cats, did other important stuff. back to bed. up again at 9. long cold dog walk in the woods. walk to city. lunch with the s. worked at the cafe with a cappuccino (a real one, not the kind you almost throw up when you smell it). very productive afternoon. talked to the k while walking the dog. found out the husband had bought my favourite chocolate and hid it in a drawer. now i'm seated in front of the crisis work with chocolate and orange juice (i'm not allowed to drink coke on weekdays). i have a feeling this is going to be the best crisis text they've ever seen.