Very infrequently, early mornings will suck so hard core that I switch out the tea bags for a milo-coffee mix as a coping mech.
The Married One is leaving me. Gah!
Had her final lab-leaving dinner last night, which was lovely, but - Gah!
We've discussed this before - my people aren't allowed to leave me.
The only reasonable recourse is to leave myself. Chop chop!