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I just keep trudging along, accepting the good with the bad, and I'm ok with that. Did I get a lobotomy somewhere along the line? Did I transfer all of my emotional malaise to Chris? Do I even care? I'm certainly not blissfully happy but I sure am content. Is that bad? I don't know. I don't think I've ever been in this place before. Whatever. It is what it is and I surely am grateful that I don't have a bunch of headless chickens with me in my coop.