My birthday, the state of my brain, and a strange kitten photo.

My family and some friends came over for my birthday dinner last night (see below) and we talked about the ex in a wistful way, as if he were dead. It was nice. The extreme anger I was feeling toward the ex has subsided, not gone completely but I'm more neutral now. I appear to be moving through the stages of grief.


My brother commented on how easy-going the ex always seemed. No, I corrected him, he was working on developing a bleeding ulcer. I'm continually amazed at how you can know a person for years and not really know him.

Oh, my baby went to bed early with this supreme being from another planet.