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It mustn’t be, and yet it is.

In my case, a once egg-sized mass in my head (now egg sized gap) is the greatest source of frustration constant angst. It’s an ongoing adventure that I sometimes don’t care much for. But hey, it’s not all bad. At least I think (or force myself to think).

Should we expect it? Learn to live with it? and can the fun stuff happen just as much?

I sure hope so.