No fishing to speak of, though a friend of ine is trying to get me into it. I only hunt with a camera, but that's a lot tougher than you might think.
As to W's answers s to her whereabouts: During this morning's check in, S asked her where she was. She answered that she was at MIL's. S, no slouch in the brain department, caught the evasion and asked again. She simply did not answer, just moved on to other subjects.
Heimlich, no kudos needed. I'm past my limit. I'm keeping my cool for S's sake, and for my own sense of what is right for me to do. I am not, however, actively working to save my marriage any longer.
Kick me off the board if you want, but I'm gonna have to follow Michele's advice about there being life after divorce.
