<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Elastic-Cord on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/elastic-cord/</link><description>Recent content in Elastic-Cord on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 06 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/elastic-cord/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Alone Again</title><link>/stories/2017/08/06/alone-again/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Aug 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/08/06/alone-again/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It seems to happen roughly once a year. My wife goes off to visit family at the other end of the country and I don’t go, because I’ve already been up once this year and also we are going on holiday soon, so I couldn’t get the extra time off. This time she shipped off up North by plane and took our 8 month old daughter with her. I’ve been relishing the time at home alone, but when the reality struck, it was clear just how much I rely on her to prop me up because the void and freedom was overwhelming.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>