Am back. Had a real nice weekend. Drank too much and I can feel the remnants of the alcohol coursing through my body. Last night I awoke at 3 with the nastiest headache ever. After downing a couple glasses of water, I fell back to sleep and dreamt of bald, naked twins; paste-y skinned and flabby, running a marathon while onlookers shot bullets at them.
So it is official– I have been single for an entire year! One year down, 60 more to go! 😉 At the time, I had no clue what was going to happen. According to movies, a dumped woman will don a ratty bathrobe, eat tons of ice cream, and cry while her best friends gather around, assuring her all will be okay. Instead, I wept softly for about 5 minutes, took a long walk, made a list (I am an INTP) and got on with my life. Okay, I also listened to Dolly Parton sing Hard Candy Christmas a couple dozen times. And that was it. Not bad, quite easy in fact. And now a year has gone by and I find myself looking back and feeling…. good.