Wednesday night I took my S to hang out with some friends I've made through my church. They have graciously decided to watch the dog while I take my S out of town on Spring Break, so we wanted to make sure their dogs got along with mine.
Yesterday I received an interesting email from my wireless carrier. It told me my W's cell number had changed. Interesting. Of course, it had me wondering why she had done such a thing. I figured either she had upgraded her phone and she had to change her number or she was trying to hide from someone. I was leaning toward the latter. She finally did text me about 1-1.5 hrs. later and tell me she had a new cell number. So I guess she wasn't hiding from me. I did decide to ask her if there was a particular reason. She replied, "Not really...". I could see that conversation was going nowhere fast and I wasn't likely to get the truth anyway, so I left it alone. TBH, I'm kind of worried about her.
The handoff with my S was a non-event last night for the most part. She was running late again and so was I. When I got ready to leave, she rolled up in the driveway. She was alone this time. I just kept going and waved at her on my way out.
Men's group was good as usual last night. It's been something I've really been enjoying.
Last night, I watched UC/Ohio State in Basketball, then I got a little crazy . About Midnight, I hopped on my bike and rode 26 mi. Crazy times call for crazy actions, right? It did help to mitigate the anxiety I was feeling yesterday.
Today so far I only have a very low level of anxiety. My W and I are scheduled to get together for taxes tomorrow. Fun times!
Interesting. 
Of course, it had me wondering why she had done such a thing. 
I figured either she had upgraded her phone and she had to change her number or she was trying to hide from someone. I was leaning toward the latter. She finally did text me about 1-1.5 hrs. later and tell me she had a new cell number. So I guess she wasn't hiding from me. 
I did decide to ask her if there was a particular reason. She replied, "Not really...". I could see that conversation was going nowhere fast and I wasn't likely to get the truth anyway, so I left it alone. TBH, I'm kind of worried about her.
. About Midnight, I hopped on my bike and rode 26 mi. 
