Running on empty

Fourth day of my alone-ness, and I'm about to have an emotional meltdown.
Never realised how unnatural it is to enter an empty office - "it is not good for man to be alone" is taking on a whole new meaning.

I feel...weird. Isolated. Disconnected. DIsenfranchised, almost.
It took a couple of emails to remind me that I'm still alive and have things for which I can move about purposefully. Don't know what caused me to switch on my laptop - possibly saving grace - but I'm glad I did cause if I hadn't, I probably would've crawled beneath my table and spent the day emo-ing away.

Yes, that's right.
Leaders are human too.
(Thanks Edwin, for reminding us all of this very overlooked fact.)

Xingqi and Chee Onn return tomorrow - Hallelujah!
I'm reading Joanne's email and it puts some blood back into my veins...helps me to feel my flesh and remember my human-ness.
After sleeping in for four days and popping my yellow anti-histermines, I'm glad my physical health is almost back to normal.
Now for the mental and emotional bit.

One thing I do know, is that I need to be on my knees praying a bit more often. There's always a million and one reasons distracting me whenever I try to do that - I know, it's diabolical. But if I ain't praying, I ain't got nothin' to run with.