It’s always nice to spruce up your home for a new season, especially when it’s a festive one. As soon as spring lands, we’re always tempted to fill the home with daffodils and tulips, and treat ourselves to an Easter egg (regardless of when Easter actually is).
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’