The penultimate luxury: to come home for a while in the middle of a cold June day, strip off work clothes and don warm trakkie daks and a long-sleeved tee, set the timer on my mobile for thirty minutes, and slip under two doonas for half and hour's rest.
The ultimate luxury: recalculating the afternoon's timeline, and resetting the timer for an extra fifteen minutes.
Bliss.
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