Two long weeks of fitful sleeping with the lights on (which may or may not have been because I fell asleep on my knees and no one was there to wake me) are over.
This whole business of becoming as one takes separation anxiety to an entirely new level.
It was like a throw-back to my single days where I spent evenings and weekends on end in solitude, trying to stave off insanity with quick, sponsored trips to the Mandarin.
(Although there's nothing quite comparable to the Mandarin around here. And besides, my sponsor was off munching on the real deal some 8,000 + miles away.)
But at least it was only two weeks...and not two months.
Can't tell you how glad I am that phase of life has long since passed!
Now for the laundry...
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