In three days I've slept just as many hours. My body shuts off when it pleases, but my mind refuses to follow suit. (If and when it does, it's something short of helpful.) For these same three days I've been praying for a sign that I made the right choice. And so far, nothing. My wishful(?) thinking says that, certainly, this means I made a mistake
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