Is Looking Better
A week to recover from last week. To take it easy. To do what you need to do. To drink a glass or two of wine in the evenings and get some sleep. To pet Ms. Emmy, give her the feeling maybe you're not going to desert her again in the near future. Which I am not (going to desert her again in the near future). I don't think. Life does have its own agenda.
Returning home I notice my Chinese soap is still going strong. The “bad ladies” haven't shown up in the last couple of episodes making me think maybe the emperor has chopped their heads off (emperors will do that when you're not looking), but it seems (after lunch with MSV today listening to her recap) the dead mother appeared at a strategic moment and the “bad lady” jumped off a cliff into the sea or a volcano - one or the other - causing her to, well, die. Does this sound a bit, um, hokey? Well, yes. Duh! (I believe the current jargon goes something along the lines of duh! which by mentioning it makes me an idiot.) An old idiot. Old idiot. Describes my circumstance, though, don't you think?
Are we feeling sorry for ourself?
Certainly not. The sun was out today after however many days of rain. I walked into work. I had lunch with MSV, a nice lunch with MSV, and it is evening and I am fine, a couple of glasses of wine, and life, problematic life, is looking better.
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