1. Sarah, the bringer of sunshine.
2. Sarah, the woman who seems to like me a lot even though I
really don’t know why and who always insists on hugging me.
3. Sarah, the little-girl-in-the-pet-shop’s prospective new
rabbit.
It occurs to me to wonder whether an occurrence in
triplicate during the course of one day indicates that the recipient is truly
in touch with the universe. It also occurs to me to wonder whether such a
thought is patently absurd, but you never know. And nice wonderings are better
than the nasty wonderings to which I’m mostly prey these days.
And just to add another little coincidence to the matter of the
three Sarahs, I later discovered that Sarah #1 was born in the Chinese Year of
the Rabbit. Could that be the universe’s way of saying trust me? I don’t suppose so, but straws are worth holding onto
when there’s nothing else to clutch and the sea is unusually turbulent.
This is the first blog post I’ve written in quite a long
time which reads reasonably well. Having wondered why that should be, I decided
it probably demonstrates the difference between a high functioning depressive
and a low functioning one.
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