"The Time Has Come, the Walrus Said..."

I didn't want to write because I didn't want to sound sad.

And I'm not sad, per se. (How do you spell per se?) I'm just a little weirded-out.

One year ago today I asked my husband of 15 years for a divorce.

Today, the kids left for their first visit with their dad since the divorce.

And I did not cry. (Mostly, anyway.)

I did:

• balance my checkbook
• pay bills
• put plastic on 2 of the 8 windows in my living room (sexy)
• corral dustbunnies
• gather up Christmas paraphernalia
• organize my office supplies
• make Mackenzie's bed
• eat all the peanut clusters and chocolate-dipped pretzels
• take a bubble bath
• go to bed early (but not fall asleep)
  
• read (The Virgin's Lover)
• catch another cold
  

I didn't know what else to do - I just knew I needed to keep moving. Mom called me and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner. But I ate leftover Gumbo at 3:00 so I wasn't hungry for dinner and I feel like crap, so I went to bed instead.

Tomorrow will be better.