Coco is in 'Prep', which in the US would be named Kindergarten, and has Wednesdays off for term 1, which in the US would be called fall quarter. We get to have fun  Coco and Mummy days together, which is really lovely. She is such a delightful person, and I fear that sometimes I don't pay her much attention, in the chaos of  day-to-day life. I think perhaps that I don't pay anybody the attention they deserve. I would like to pay people more such attention. It is as if my default mode is just not paying attention. How does one alter one's default mode??!

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