Things are not right. I’m in the doldrums. There is no wind in my sails. Old Man Bobby and I had been talking about moving in together. Tonight I told him I just can’t do it. Whether it’s fear of commitment, hormones, or what…I just can’t. It makes me sad. It makes me wonder.

And to top it all off the word that Rajko was certain he invented already exists. Sorry, Rajko, I was rooting for you.

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