A bit of journaling (now that I have managed to lure JJ to my thread with rather unorthodox tactics I have to show I am serious, albeit addicted)

So far, there has been no fallout from my visit to H's office yesterday. H has not mentioned it at all (but did not bring his clothes either : I am scheming about that).

He was nice last night, and we went to the bookstore (Beary Bears stickers). We spooned like good old people in the cold Wild West (his idea of normal room temperature at night would make a polar bear shiver. Our electrical company is going to give us the Client of The Milennium Award any day now) and he was very sweet this morning.

My H does not go to that office on Tuesdays so he is not seeing her today. He is going to pick our 'big girl' and I at dance class to go to dinner. He has suggested we make it into a weekly ritual (one positive step) in the same Thai restaurant. Since before he would never suggest outings or try to spend time with us it is definitely an improvement.

I do not pretend to upstage Shiny's kidney, but I think I have earned myself an ulcer with all the rollercoasting. I cannot tell him because he starts mothering me and I hate antacids . Whoever invented Maalox should drink a gallon. I am making do with milk and bagels (not good for my figure, I know).

"You don't throw a whole life away just 'cause it's banged up a little" Tom Smith in "Seabiscuit"