Brenda Miller wrote me a letter of complaint. I wrote back. It was extremely satisfying to respond to the letter without the usual concern about the job, the administration, the future. I almost enjoyed it.
Last night I was stupid enough to write an email. How can I be so lonely when Shawn was home so long? Maybe it made it worse. I have no one to talk to about how this feels.
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