My brain is normally a hubbub of philosophical meanderings interrupted by errant to-do list items and real-world attention-grabbers.
The last week or so, contemplation has been displaced by straightforward compulsive thinking.
About my nephew. The one whose ETA was Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving was Thursday. It’s Sunday evening now. There is 100% less nephew-o’-Deb in this world than I’d like to see right now–or, better still, right three days ago.
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