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I used to have a terrible habit of quietly slipping out of a party without really letting anyone know. It was never preplanned, I'd just be done. The next day I'd usually get a few concerned phone calls asking where I went. 'One minute I saw you dancing on the tables and the next you were gone'.

Last week, I sort of fell back to my old ways. One minute I was dancing on tables and the next *poof* peace out. Because a few of you seemed genuinely concerned {and thank you, by the way}, I thought I'd let you know, I made it home just fine. In fact, that's just where I went: 'home' {or the place I once called 'home'}, touching base with family and friends. Getting a little recharge.

so let's get on with it.....