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Could probably put this just as much in the "kids leaving home" thread but ... we're now {checks clock} about 40 hours from the departure time of the kid to Miami.
As usual, I'm struck by the fact that I literally don't know when I'll have my next face to face conversation -- even two sentences -- with someone about my primary topics of enjoyment (music, gaming, wrestling). It may very well be late November.
I'm used to that, I just don't know that it isn't a little bigger blow than usual due to the fucked up state of the world. Makes any kind of "normalcy" that much harder to feel, even for a couple minutes, if that makes sense.
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"I lit another cigarette. Unless I specifically inform you to the contrary, I am always lighting another cigarette." - from a novel by Martin Amis
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