Dos mas semanas

Well, now it's almost three weeks since the HL and I broke up. It's okay. It's lonely to think of being alone, but at the same time (and especially when I read my posts here), I'm convinced it's necessary and good. I don't want to date him anymore, so it's the way things have to be.

He was a huge help to me in our friends mode, when my laptop decided to break down just as my graduate work was coming to a conclusion. Once again, he saved my butt, and these are the gestures that make me want to stay his friend.

My friend C from the YMCA is supposed to be coming back to town tomorrow. I haven't heard from her lately, but we (the gym people and I) are planning to go "party" Saturday night down at a Mexican restaurant in a sort of outdoor mall here. With all the rain we've having, we might need to move to the downstairs covered patio instead. It's been the soggiest Fourth of July season I can remember.

My graduate school work is done, and that's an enormous relief (I may need to rework my comprehensive exam, but the work itself is done). Life is calming down. I'm almost but not quite ready to venture out in to the real world as a single adult woman. It may take another couple of months.