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  • I can only hold off for so long. The temptation is almost too strong for me...especially on moments like this. It's that urge again, the need to feel appreciated for my work. But I can't give in. Not yet.
    Pulling myself outside, I try to distract my brain by feeding it handfuls of the bright sunlight and the chirping of the birds. A thieving squirrel makes off with the big tomato we've been waiting for to ripen, while the neighbor, Peggy, crawls on to her lawn chair for a sunbath...
    It's not enough. My mind coaxes me that there’s nothing to do out here and my legs haul themselves up the steps and back into the house.

    I’m powerless now; the addiction is stronger than ever. After a quarrel, I need it. No point in waiting much longer. In two minutes, the computer is running and the email is on.

    My thirst is quenched and I can feel my mood thaw as I register all that appreciation. All that love.

    There is simply nothing as wonderful as an inbox overflowing with cowbird love.
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