Sundays @ 1930 hrs will never be the same

It's amazing how somethings grow in significance without you even noticing it. I never imagined how addicted I had become to the mostly covert 1930 hrs operation until it ceased to exist. The emptiness was killing me tonight and I wasn't really equipped to handle the situation. My life (personal and professional) was giving me much reason for concern and I was failing miserably to keep from becoming a nervous wreck. The crests and troughs were too wild and everything was beyond my comprehension.

There's now some semblance of sanity and order being gradually infused into my out-of-track life. There's hope. I could drop a live-bomb on my readers if CC's of my personal emails made their way into my vastly placatory blog! For reasons of privacy, I can't disclose them.

Mantu has finally moved in with me and I must say it's a godsend. At least my room is back in order and looks habitable!

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