Fortunately, my floors are hardwood, not carpeting, so the mess was fairly easy to deal with (although I did have to keep my gag reflex in check several times during the course of the yucky clean up).
So this, thought I, is my "new normal"--my kid away at his far-off studies, and the only "child" in the immediate vicinity the kind who doesn't use a toilet.
After dancing the samba at a brief pity party, I had to admit that, unpleasant as it was, there was some solace in the mopping up. It was so immediate, so real life, that it actually helped dispel a bit of the torpor, disorientation and overwhelming sense of loss I'd been feeling on Empty Nest, Day One.
Said I to myself, "Welcome to your 'new normal'. See, it isn't so bad."
And, eventually, I will get used to it. Even if, as I remarked to a good friend yesterday, the 'new normal' is still much too new to feel normal.