The big guy in the red suit is done, the boys and I are going to have a good day tomorrow. And I will cook up a storm. Crepes for breakfast, with sausages and hash browns, and then enchiladas and fajitas sometime later. Anyone passing though would be fed!
Cat has taken up residence behind my knees. She does not like me moving at night.
And I don't think I want to embrace the feelings a few posts up. I don't like them, buy they are true. So I can't just tell them yo go away. The thing is, this is the second three year stretch. So, even if it stops, and we have three feet of snow in Tucson tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll always be looking around the corner for the next time. She accepts it, perhaps not as normal, but not as anything to do anything about. I don't see that changing. Not after going through this twice. I just don't like the conclusions that leads to, either. In a way it is sort of similar to forgiving an affair, and having it happen again. How willing am I to go for three, if he second time even ends? And, except for the hormones, I don't really know that I'd want to say yes if the opportunity was presented.
AAAck! Enough of that. Tomorrow, anyway, will be a great day!
