Lonely: solitary, devoid of her inhabitants. 36:32): “and there were yet added to them many words like those,” three corresponding to three. 3) “I am the man,” which contains three alphabetical acrostics, as it is said ( Jer. 4) “How dim… has become,” and he added to it, (ch. It contained three alphabetical acrostics (Lam. This is the scroll that Jehoiakim burned on the brazier that was on the fire (sic). O how… remained lonely: Jeremiah wrote the Book of Lamentations. He knew he couldn't keep doing this but.Chapter 1 1 O how has the city that was once so populous remained lonely! She has become like a widow! She that was great among the nations, a princess among the provinces, has become tributary. See you in the morning." Tim allowed his eyes to close. He watched television for a few minutes but felt the inevitable lethargy and smiled at Jethro. "Good dog," he said and settled down, first checking his alarm clock to make sure that it would wake him up in the morning. Soon enough, he'd be so completely relaxed that he'd fall asleep and wake up ready for a new day tomorrow. Now, what should we watch?"Īs he flipped through the channels, a part of Tim was still a little worried, but it wouldn't last long. "I shouldn't let you sleep on my bed but.just this once. ![]() He kicked off his shoes and lay down without bothering to change his clothes. Jethro whined once more but stopped when Tim stood and wandered into the bedroom. How about a movie? I promise we'll go walking tomorrow.whenever I get back. Jethro padded over and nuzzled his limp hand. ![]() After about twenty minutes, all his cares, all his tension seemed to fade away and he smiled with relief, sagging down in his writing chair. He sat back and waited for the telltale signs that he would be feeling better. Carefully, he withdrew the needle, covered the site with a cotton ball, threw the needle into his special trash bag and cleared away the rest of it. Tim took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he inserted the needle into his arm and unloaded twice the average 15-mg dose of temazepam into his bloodstream. This was just to help him function.and only at extreme times like these. It wasn't to get high or indulge in psychedelic fantasies. Then, he filled the syringe.and he barely noticed that it was well beyond the recommended dosage. Carefully, he tied a band around his arm. He remembered the strictures about cleanliness and he always followed them. I won't be able to think if I can't relax. Gibbs will be furious if I don't get in tomorrow. more than a month.not just a month because I don't need it that much." Giving lie to his words, his hands started shaking again. It was supposed to be enough to last for a month. "No, that's not right," he said, still speaking aloud. He knew he'd be feeling better soon.but before that could happen, he had an unwelcome shock as he examined what he had. He clenched them tightly until the shaking eased. As he pulled the paraphernalia out, his hands were shaking a little. He quickly walked back to the desk while Jethro was eating. Tim fed Jethro and rubbed his ears, but his mind wasn't on his pet. Tim paused to pat his head, remembering how worried he'd been when Abby had first forced him to take Jethro home.but it had turned out fine. Jethro jumped around, barking, wanting attention. It's a special case," Tim said, subconsciously trying to convince himself more than anything else. He walked to his desk and opened one of the old drawers. How long had it been? Tim thought back.over days.and weeks.and months.and then shook his head in rejection of the length of time this most recent bout seemed to have lasted. He knew that he'd be in trouble if they found out, but they just wouldn't get it. No one would be surprised that he was having a little trouble. It had been such roller coaster ride the last. "Just one more time." It would be the last time. "I have to.I really have to," he whispered to his apartment. He'd worry, just like he worried about tests, about getting things done right the first time. It would take him hours to unwind enough to sleep.and even then.he wouldn't sleep. What with Gibbs in his face about this computer thing and that computer thing and his problems getting used to field work again and readjusting to being at the bottom of the pecking order and a string of intense cases which had generally resulted in no one going home before midnight.Tim was tense. " Man, Probie, you need to relax! You're so wound up that you could power a small city!" Tim could still hear him in his head when he reached his apartment, barely noticing Jethro as he greeted his master. ![]() It had been a very long day.very very long, and Tim was so tense by the time he left that even Tony had noticed.
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