Yeah, per how I left yesterday’s post, it’s tomorrow and I’m dealing with it and I realized how off I am.
Discovery day was January 11, 2014.
Somehow I thought yesterday was the 11th? Well here in the United States of America TODAY is January 11th.
I really only had one D-day. There was a lot of trickle truth and the harrowing discovery 9 months in of a “fourth acting out partner.” The “Blue Eyes please slap me across the face before you fuck me” failed one night stand. SHUDDER. The damage had already been done.
January 11th was the day.
Today, I feel nothing. Well, nothing bad or traumatizing that is. I’m scrambling around preparing for our vacation to Hawaii tomorrow. We postponed it from the end of November to now because we were so sick after the European and Japanese business trips last Fall.
Eight days of total and utter relaxation in 80 degree sunshine. Bring it on!