January 12th, 2004



What a tough week it's been.

I'm still in shock at the transition into separation, but its necessity is coming to make sense to me on deeper levels.

One big bummer I hadn't anticipated: how hard it is to concentrate on work. The mind does wander at this gig; most of our labor is done in solitary silence, albeit in a big room with others working in solitary silence.

Right now I almost wish I had a contact-with-the-public job.

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Can't get used to going home to just the cat, with no one coming home later.

It's wearing on me. All I can do not to let my mind ponder that it might not be temporary.