Widening Passageway

It's strangely quiet today. The outside world are having their weekly tedious Monday meetings, which is none of my business. Tashes is gone. The air feels different and a bit cold. The femininity of this inside world is gone with her as well. The reality of it only smack me in the face this morning when I came in to notice the neat and sparklingly clean desk next to me - Tashes is never neat, which is a comforting sense in itself. I hate too neat areas. I miss the Monday morning chatting and updating of the weekend that just ended - we did it every morning actually. Came out of O's room just now with yet another piece of paper and some grumbles in my head, realized as I was reaching my room that my support group in the room - consisting of the grand total of 1 - is no longer there. I switched my path and head for starustcity instead to bother her. She's a bit far though. A bit far, a bit too far. *sighs* Further awareness came into light when I came back from the pantry. The passageway between the entry and my seat is amazing wide - I did not lose weight.