I'm taking the day off

Tomorrow is the 4th of July.

I am going to my mom's and I am going to lay in the sun and dance to the music and eat the good food that will be there and think about nothing.

I will go to the pool party out east this weekend and do the same.

I will lay on the couch and lick my wounds in between.

Though I don't want to for much longer. THe silence that was deafening on Saturday and Sunday now is peaceful.

I feel sorry for him in a way. He lost the best thing that ever happened to him and she isn't coming back. I am not coming back.

Not unless A LOT changes. And since most men don't want to do that kind of work on themselves and he likes to play victim, I don't see it happening.

So I can say with safety, I am not going back.

Connection??? Yeah it's there. And every day I will work on severing it. Until I no longer care.

I can tell you that I never recovered so quickly. Really. this is odd. My friends who know me well, know this for sure. I once laid in my house, in slovenly clothes, barely cleaned, didn't take calls for A YEAR. AN ENTIRE YEAR.

So less than a week? Totally not normal.

Perhaps the spell is broken.

I'M OK if I keep busy. I am working at top performance right now much to leaders dismay. and I just made a purchase at Mary Kay of new makeup, cleansers etc.

I feel OK. I really do. I am going shopping tonight to pick up some food and noshes for my mom.

I already picked out my outfit too....