Ah, well.
After all the positive-ness of the nine days in Colorado, all my progress recently, during a two-hour phone call with my best friend tonight I know that my X "is a distant flicker by now," (Mary Chapin Carpenter) and that's all well and good, but God, do I miss my stepD and stepS after nine months.

What's that I always tell Antlers and that my X used to tell me about my sons years ago?

Oh, yes: They'll be back.
They. Will. Be. Back.
Gotta hang onto that.
Because they will.

Just a quick venting is all...

Peace,

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac