Turns out much of my tension and foul mood of the past week was hormonal in nature. Some of it was because we have reached again, April 1st . WE INTERRUPT THIS POST TO BRING YOU THIS SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT Thank you, God. I went back to find that post from last year to link and thought I will take a stab at that again. And suddenly it seemed so obvious! It needs some fine tuning--word choice, etc. but I like this, and I feel this: If I should lose the little finger, say Of my left hand, I could learn to type around. And all the instruments I do not play Would prove no sadder loss than now. Other things I do requiring dexterous skill Could be--as good or almost--learned again. Most days I should not feel its loss at all Until it was as if it had never been. Yet, there would come a moment when Performing some small but delicate task I should find myself at a loss, as when I find there is no one else I can ask Questions I never thought to bring to you, And I cry to feel your death anew.
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