I used to be one of those wild-eyed, sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated people who look like they need a nap in a darkened room. (Don’t know anyone like that? It could be you.…) Working long hours in a big, shiny job and living in London for 12 years had taken its toll and I felt shattered. I had a supportive husband and great friends but never seemed to have time to see much of them.
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