DEAR MISS MANNERS: After commuting to the same job for 15 years, 15 minutes from my home, last winter I took a better job an hour away. My body refuses to adjust to this new reality. Even though I have virtually stopped drinking water or coffee in the afternoons, and even though I visit the ladies’ room last thing before leaving the office, I ALWAYS arrive home urgently needing to go to the bathroom.

It’s been 10 months now, and it’s not getting any better. The problem is that I live in a 200-unit apartment building full of sociable folks, many of whom are senior citizens who sit in the lobby, through which I must pass to get to my apartment. In the past, I would stop, say hello and briefly catch up on my way into the building, which I enjoyed and I hope my neighbors did, too.

Now I’m ju

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