That’s what’s on Dawg’s desk. How do I know? Because I’m sitting at it, typing to you. And when I look over to my left I see a shitload of my stuff that I brought down here so that I can live here temporarily while we look for a place of our own.

As expected, leaving the cats wrecked me. I can’t think about it for too long without bursting into tears. I left my kids at home. I left them in capable hands, but they’re not Dawg’s and my hands, which is where I want them to be. Incentive to hurry the hell up and find a place to live.

Also, saying goodbye to EZA and LLA was painful, but… it really hurt much worse when Break Boy and HLW said goodbye to me. Break Boy and I have years 6-8 then years 18-34 together. HLW and I have my years 14-34 (her years 15-35) together. These are lifelong friends. And I just left them. And now my eyes are all wet. No wonder I have such a splitting headache.

I totally forgot to say goodbye to PiC yesterday. I feel bad about that, after all he did for me to send me off right. But… what would we have done? Given an uncomfortable “see ya” hug? When I crossed into Connecticut this morning, my first time ever being there, I was reminded again by his birthplace that I forgot to say goodbye to him. Sorry… I’ll make it up to you in the future by babysitting Too Legit and Nigel because, um, I’m just in the next state over, it’s really not that far. Just gimme 7+ hours notice, kthxBAI. (Peee Essss - Thanks for not letting anyone sing at me.)

I just had Chinese food with Dawg’s parents. They love me. Life is very good.

Life will be made better when Dawg gets home from work tonight and slips into (hee, our… ok, ok, HIS bed but I get to sleep there EVERY NIGHT NOW, wheeeeee!) bed next to me, and of course a little later on when the girls can join us in that bed in our new home together, but I’m hardly complaining. Everything feels amazingly right, as I never doubted it would.