Didn't make it to the movies tonight. I spent a chunk of the day reading and pouring myself into DR.
My PMA is kinda flat. Uncomfortably numb.
W has for now reverted back to texting me - slap in the face as far as I am concerned. If I found the inventor of that I would slap them silly. Few other things are more de-personalizing.
Whether in response to my short & sweet VM last evening or caused by something else I don't know but the texts began with the one informing me of D14 being sexually active and one today informing me that D14's foster mom was wondering if we could pitch in some $ for D14's new Karate class/uniform etc.
I chose quite a while back not to dignify these stupid text msgs with responses fm me, unless a dire emergency.
Guess I am truly old fashioned and a throwback to a different time (well I don't really guess)when hearing a persons voice and seeing their eyes was what mattered. As stone-aged as I may be, I don't regret it in the least. Just call me Ted Kaszinski (?sp)-unibomber.
Not much steam left here.
Be a lover of the life the Lord grants you and don't have tunnel vision.
