Horrible, wracking, crashing waves of child-abandoning guilt. Preparing to begin the pilgrimage North towards our annual fishing trip. Ely, MN this year, and the Boys are too young to go. They will be in daycare all day this coming week, and I am a terrible, rotten, faithless father because of it. This biological imperative results in temporary amputations; but I desperately need some time in the North and on the water.
More on why my attachment to my kids keeps me from getting laid, and on the absolute necessity for workers to fold their arms and organize, when I return.
Much Peace
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