SHARON'S HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a delightful e-mail to receive this morning, in lieu of e-mails that a certain person has not written yet, and is turning me to frustration. I want to sit him down. This is what I would say to him:

Flubbiduh, I have to tell you that I have felt a little hurt lately. For me, as a person, I cannot just go from spending day upon day talking about the marrow of life, and then not hear from you for four days.

Aside: On Monday, he sent me this e-mail:
I was just taking a nap here….listening to music and realized that I wished you were here—I just wanted to talk more about life. I just thought that you should know that I value your friendship greatly….take care….

I don't know how to resolve this, but I know that when we go from being so deep to not talking at all, I feel a bit whipped around, and I don't like the way it makes me feel. I enjoy being with you and talking to you, but we need to find a happy medium.

Now, do we think I'll have the guts to say that? Probably not. But don't I just sound like the progressive woman. cough. cough. Regardless, I am still anticipating a delightful call from him, but I doubt it will come.

I leave the country tomorrow. Maybe he'll get the hint. Maybe not. Sharon's home. That's what matters now.