Yesterday was exhausting. Yesterday was Moving Day. I started at about 1:30 and finished up at about 9:00. Tiffany is a goddess of a woman for helping me get everything moved.

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Today I filed for divorce.

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I don't watch much tv. There's really only one show that I enjoy and hate to miss, so Monday nights I tape Ally McBeal. The season finale was this week, and at the very end of the show one of the characters said something that has stuck with me all week.

"Look back on the past year. If it does not bring you to tears, either from joy or sadness, then you can say it was wasted."

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My year wasn't wasted.

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I went over to my parents' house today after I left the lawyer's office. I played with my cats for a while (which is always excellent therapy) and then borrowed a bathing suit, pinned my hair up, and went swimming. My parents have an enormous pool (50 feet long) that is wonderful for swimming in. I took a kickboard and spent about 30 minutes just kicking up and down the length of the pool.

I wish they lived closer. Swimming sure beats hell out of running on 90 degree days.

I also went down to the bank to make arrangements for the loan to pay for Clarion. "Education and travel," I told the loan officer.

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Okay, so it looks like about 35 people a day come to read my journal. I had no idea I knew 35 people online! I know of about a dozen of you: my folks, my brother, my HSM (honorary step-mother), various sff-netters, my almostexspouse, and even my former next-door neighbor. I have no idea who the rest of you are, but I hope you're enjoying it.

Anyway, a warning for you all. I'm about to get a lot less reticent. (Not right now. I mean, in coming posts.) I'm going to get more insightful, more introspective, and hopefully more honest with myself.

You've been warned.