It is good

I slept this weekend. A lot. and Chris said it was good, saw it was good, and it was good.

I made a round trip to Florida to see a client on Wednesday. Went with our CEO, and we solidified that relationship, and it was good.

I think I'm finally, _really_ moving back into the house. I pulled furniture in from the front room and spread it around the downstairs a bit. The front room was previously my favorite room in the house when K and I were together. I was "my" space, and I found it comforting. But it's really a two season room, too cold in the winter, and too hot in the summer, so I have not really been able to use it since I've been back, and certainly not in the past several months. There is a buffet type table that I pulled into the dinning room, and my favorite comfy chair that I've pulled into the living room. In hanging a sculpture of my face that was done by a friend 16 years ago that I found again in the basement, the downstairs now feels comfortable again, and mine - for the first time since I moved out. Even though my favorite room is now empty. And it is good.

K and I sat down today and filled out the online, do it your self divorce paperwork today. Being with her had the feeling of a summer camp reunion, where you idealize the good memories, and fuzz out the uncomfortable ones. And you know you won't ever be as close as you once were with the people you were so intimate with. You thought it would last forever. And, in a nostalgic kind of way, it is good.