Kevin the fish is fine. He greeted me this morning by smashing his face against the glass of his new home. I think that might be how he tells me he loves me and is grateful for me not having turned him over to Rock. Ha. He’s growing on me.

I have not forgotten about Gee’s questions. Nor have I forgotten about the “Me” post or the “Him” post. We’re working on it. Life has a knack for getting in the way of blogging.

Gary, coincutter, posted a little something for me. It was very sweet and I appreciated greatly him sharing so much of himself. That’s not easy for anyone, no matter what they say. Some day, I will share it all with you. Some day, I will tap out the entire herstory from beginning to end with everything in between. How I’ve spent some of my life hiding from my demons, trying to create a fake, plastic life to disguise what I believed lived below the surface. How I’ve lived without any real support from anyone for such a long time that when real support presents itself, I try to throw it away. How I’ve spent much of my life trying to help others and ease their suffering because it pains me too much to see someone else hurting.

Some day, I’ll give you the details. Today is not that day.

Suffice it to say that while I am actually insane (ha), most people will tell you that I’ve done a pretty good job at maintaining. I’ve lived through my fair share. To date, only one person has been able to hear the nitty gritty details without recoiling in horror and running away. I have the ability to scare people and I hate that about myself. That sole person is, of course, Don. He’s learning on the job. He’s learning a job that nobody else has ever taken on so the guidelines are pretty sketchy. I don’t pat him on the back nearly enough.

Enough of that.

I’m lucky to have him.

Today is a PA day. All three kids are home. It is Hell on earth.

This also means that I have even less time than usual for blogging so the questions and other posts will have to wait a while longer.

Don leaves this afternoon for Canada and Janet Land. It’s going to be a different kind of visit than usual. The kids are home, for starters, and they’re psyched. They all love their Donny.

It’s been an emotionally raw and draining week. Just when we thought there was nothing more to come out, up comes another load. It’s like throwing up after puking all day. You hug the bowl and wonder how there can possibly be anything left to come up.

It’s going to be different this time.

I’m nervous.

And lastly, the weather is still unseasonably warm. It feels more like the beginning of September than November. If this is global warming, sorry, I am not complaining!

Happy Weekend, Everyone!