I was starting to feel a bit better today after a pretty tough week. I got up early, headed off a stiff neck (the sort that usually leads to violent headaches), got a lot of web work done, made some really good coffee, hung around in my comfy flannel pyjamas, and read my new magazines. Denise stopped by and spent an hour or two chatting while her film was being developed down the street. It was a cozy, mellow autumn day and I was conscious of being happy and content. John worked on Dixie's doghouse. I made dinner, baked a pumpkin pie, and we were watching a little tv together when I got a phone call from Julie Humphries.
Bill wants a divorce. This is truly completely out of the blue. No one had any idea this was coming. They're among the people we see regularly on Fridays for beer, people we spend holidays with, and we shared a cabin with them up in Anchor Bay just a couple of weeks ago. There was no sign of trouble at all.
This is the first time any of our close friends have split. Some of the people we socialize with are on their second husband or wife, but it all happened before we met them. This will affect our little group quite a lot. It makes me feel like I take my happy marriage for granted, and that scares me. I'm proud of my relationship, and I've been quite smug about other people who seem to have trouble identifying appropriate partners. I half-seriously asked John if there was anything he wanted to tell me, any secrets I should know about.
"Besides my other wife?" he asked helpfully.
I guess I don't have anything to worry about. But it shakes you up, this sort of thing. It's going to be another tough week, I'm afraid. Did Saturn go retrograde or something? Is there some baleful heavenly influence sending little smacks on the head to all Leos with Aries rising? Because there are a lot of big changes in my life right now, and I'm getting a little tired of being blindsided.
I think I'll have some pumpkin pie mit schlag. Everything's better mit schlag.
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