pancakes and pine trees

This isn't the blog I was going to write.

Ever since Thursday night, I was dying to get on and type until tears streamed down my cheeks.

But it turns out I didn't need to.

I had fun Friday night. Without him.
And I had fun this morning. (Yes, police were involved.)
And I felt like I actually accomplished something, like I contributed to society in some small way.

It's a good feeling.

And on top of that, Christmas decorating has begun in my house. We even have old-school lights on our tree.
It makes me happy.