In Which I Sign on the Solid Line

I signed divorce papers today. It was a non-event. I thought it would be an event. Noop. And last month, my therapist fired me. She said, "Go, live, be free," or something like that. Or, maybe it was "Stick a fork in you, you're done." Anyway, she's a good therapist. I call her the Woodland Creature for reasons I won't disclose. Now she's in my past.

I am rehearsing tonight, then I will fall asleep in front of the TV. Then I will wake with a sore neck and shuffle off to bed.

Except I don't shuffle. More like prance. I will prance off to bed.

Aw, who the hell am I kidding. I'll shuffle.

And the sun will come up and the sun will do down and today will become part of my past. Just another uneventful day in the life.

This is my first spring in my new-to-me house. I didn't know I had daffodils in the yard until two weeks ago when they started popping up all over the place. Many will get displaced when I begin the big dig. Putting in lots of plants whose names end in 'a.' The acid-lovers.

Virginia is for acid lovers.

Oh, wait.

That's California.

I digress.

They say this rain will be over tomorrow.


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