So, the rash faded away into the sunset, thank goodness, and my hindquarters have gone back to looking like themselves (or has gone back to looking like itself?) again. What the hell was that, anyway? Neither TTD nor I have a clue.
It is hot hot hot hot hot here, proper summer at last. Today I had to drive about an hour to a homestudy interview, and I actually had the top UP in the Mini because the sun was just too fryingly hot to topless driving. Heh. I am a wizard with the puns.
I'm going on another drive tomorrow, to see...dum dum dum...my ex. We haven't seen each other in eleven years, since the day we went to court for our divorce. He's living about an hour away from where I live, and is currently around between overseas trips (he has his own outdoor adventure business and leads trips to sea kayak in Baja, work on national parks in Costa Rica, and do I-don't-know-what-all in Siberia). I don't know what it will be like to see him, but I'm looking forward to it, since he has, of course, his own place in my heart and always will have.
Hey, speaking of that: any of you out there who have divorced, remarried, and then had kids--how did you explain the concept of an ex-spouse to your children, and when? I'd love to hear.
Oops, crying child. Bye.