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There’s a letdown as soon as his schoolbus pulls away. The clarity of routine and nonnegotiable purpose falters and fades. I’m left sorting through the rubble of what I have to do, what I should do, what I wish I had the energy to do, what would be fun to do, and on and on. I can plan and prioritize with the best of them. I can procrastinate with the best of them, too. Alone, I am lost.
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