How Dry I Am

Some of you have been wondering where I have been lo these many days without a post.
Wish I could say I've been away 'on location' or super busy or tied up with official affairs of state but none of those reasons are even close.

I just didn't feel funny. Or clever. Or any of the other things that tend to make a blog entry readable.

But I think I'm coming back!

Just had a little blip on the Perk-O-Meter is all??

That's fair; I AM The Widow Judy and have a right to be pathetically out of sorts on occassion, don't I?

Tom's been gone for 10 weeks now and it's starting to sink in that he's really NOT coming back. I will admit outright that just sucks.

I so much loved having him available to play with and be my better half. Alone, I'm just not sure I'm the same person as when we were as a couple. That's where I was last week, bathing in self-doubt.

Missing him. Missing ME being with him. Missing our couplehood.

But I find that, now, I can say that and not burst into tears; that would seem to be progress in separating myself from him and our life together, would it not? A step in the right direction, I think.

TWJ has to stand on her own two feet and not shrink at the thought of being alone.

Forever.

OY! The drama. What a Sarah I am!! Even I have to laugh at me.

And that's a good thing, right?