Inching toward acceptance.

Did you hear? I'm getting divorced. Really. I'm not in any great hurry -- no need to bleed out dollars at the mediators and finalize things (although there is this issue of the unresolved December bonus check!).

I have entered a phase of ennui. I'm moving forward, planting vegetables, baking cookies, plucking my eyebrows, acting as if I'm a well-adjusted, non-suicidal, happening single mom who shops at thrift stores because she's uber hip, not poor.