Why does it sneak up on me every time?
I know it's coming, I have lots of plans. They're even reasonable!
Yet it hits me like a Mac truck every single time.
Little Boy left this morning with his dad.
And all the wind has gone out of my sails.
I'm lonely.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
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