The urge to call him up, or better yet, just turn up at his doorstep asking for a hug, is almost overwhelming. It would be an unspeakably bad idea considering my continued state of indecision. So. Almost overwhelming. Will concentrate on doing useful tasks instead. Such as paying a couple of bills and updating the NMWL members list.
Then go to bed and hope for a friendly dream.
Voice on the stereo: Poor Rich Ones – Happy happy happy