Personally, I’m having a tough time. I’m working a ton, enjoying it immensely, but I’m lonelier than I can describe. My little Residence Inn room is dark, small, lonely, and depressing.
In this period I’ve often thought about the lives our soldiers, sailors, and airmen live, and how compared to theirs’ my loneliness is the emotional equivalent of jack squat. I hoped such thoughts would make it easier.
It doesn’t.
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