Sigh. Just me and Lucy here and I've rereading for the first time in years perhaps the sexiest girl porn (read: romance novel) ever. That would be OUTLANDER, and, good sweet christ, Jamie Fraser is still damn near the perfect man.
N.B.: My husband does exist, but is currently too far away to be damn near perfect.
Alright, here is my life in a nutshell right now: Lucy is asleep, and I can either 1) install some more hardware on the doors, 2) finish installing the light fixtures, 3) clean the kitchen, or 4) oversee the paint guy. So, what am I doing? Updating my journal, of course.
I think, after next Sunday (the open house), I am going to need a... Read More
While I may well acquire a white linen suit, I shall not be sporting a carpet bag. They do, however, have one in the HNO collection on display at the Cabildo.
Thank you - good advice, as ever. In writing the journal entry I sorted things out and figured what I've got to do. The choices are essentially to stay and risk getting my heart destroyed for the chance of happiness, or to run away and minimize the chances of being hurt, taking happiness out of the equation in the process. It seems foolish to me to take happiness out of the equation.
Yeah, the heart has a way of coming back for more. Though in my experience it takes longer to repair every time it gets shattered. Like the pieces keep getting smaller and smaller, and the more there are the longer it takes to put it all back together again. Two and a half years to finally get close enough to consider strong feelings for someone else. We'll see how it all works out, as you said I'm not going to tie myself up in knots over it.