and so it goes
The deep dicking that 2020 is dealing everyone continues to hit me right in the feelings. For the first time in some fifteen odd years my friends and I have not been getting ridiculously drunk on the night before Thanksgiving. Wait, that sentence did't make sense.. My friends and I did not drink together last night. this whole thing has me rattled. The only positive was waking up without a headache but I would trade a three-day hangover for an evening of normal poor decision making. We canceled the annual poker night because it wasn't smart. I was driving patient zero back from the land of no fucks given and other people were going to interact with old people and babies today. It was just sound thinking.
And now I find myself a stranger in my soon to be former home. Not really a stranger, but it sure as shit feels strange. I'm going to have to scoot back on Saturday instead of Sunday because I have a bunch of deliveries coming and my new building does not have the package situation squared away yet. What we have is a delivery room with wired shelves. It locks, but once inside you might as well be shopping for free things. Don't know any of my new neighbors so I certainly don't trust a single one of them.
The ex and I have some business to conduct together tomorrow which should be super fun. Not terrible, but a series of annoyances that come from separating 30+ years of sharing everything. Someone could make a lot of money by running a concierge service that divided married lives. Not lawyers. Never lawyers. Even though they will have to become part of the process near the end. I'm talking about someone who comes in a splits everything apart down to the stupid details that nobody realizes are there until its time. You sign up for the service, give whatever permissions are needed, and sit back while the knot gets untangled in the background. I wish I were smart enough to figure that out. anyway, time to go enjoy the kids. Happy Thanksgiving!