Wednesday, February 22

My wife and daughter have left. No, dear reader, you need not worry about any sort of falling out. They didn't put it in so many words, but I fear the resplendence of my domestic glory has almost overwhelmed them. One cannot stand so close to the fire and fear no burnings. Theirs is but a siesta in an infinite ocean of overwhelming ecstatic experiences.

I miss them, though.

A wee bit of MM late at night. I've had beer tonight and my stomach is too damn full to actually enjoy bourbon. It is strange to go to bed alone. I move quietly as if my daughter were sleeping in the other room.

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