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I’m a mope. I’m a horrible mope.
I’m not glad at all to be home. I’d rather be on the road.

I haven’t yet figured out how to concentrate at work.

Racquetball doesn’t even seem that important.

I remember now that this happens after every extended January trip.

We’ve been home a week. I forget how long this lasts.

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