A lot of times, I get told that I don’t act like I am on the autistic spectrum. That’s good, because then I nailed the social interaction. What they don’t see is that I also have to take time off to decompress. After a particularly emotional, difficult moment last night, and a touch of home-sickness, the picture summarizes how I feel this morning. So I’m quietly sitting next to a sleeping slave Angie and letting my bucket empty.