I am really and truly in the twilight zone. H is home, he thought son would be home, I guess. Anyway, he stayed downstairs and then at one minute to 12, comes up, says happy new year, gives me a kiss and then goes back downstairs.
At first I felt stupid being home with no plans. But then I realized why the heck is he home? What happened to that great new life he keeps talking about?
Well, 2009, is the year I move forward, one way or the other. Limboland is over for me. Still standing, but I gotta have some movement one way or the other.
