There is breakfast left. Not the pistachios, because I'm afraid I'm eating the last of them right now, as I read and comment on Hive. Thank you. I didn't go to Baracoa because I'm afraid... I just stared at the ceiling like I was tied up. I guess I have a lot of mental work to do. I'm working on it.
A hug back.
If a voice has told you not to go to Baracoa, I'm sure it has its reasons. Maybe it wants to take care of you.you thought about it?
🙂 Yes, I thought so. You are right.