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It's the little things that get you...
The hole in my life right now is so profound, but it's the little things that keep slapping me in the face. In this case, the junk mail, both physical and virtual. (We share the waks.org domain, so all the junk lands in our common Comcast inbox.) The notion of not having to ask her what I can throw out is hitting me remarkably hard...