It was our first decent visit together of the new year, and wouldn’t you know it? She came down with a cold just in time to make the weekend interesting. That’s okay, though. We managed not to let it slow us down too much.

Friday, we shopped and we shopped. I think I like going to Uwajimaya more for the snack options than even the bookstore, and that’s saying something. (I was a good boy; no money left my wallet at Kinokuniya. Oh, how I was tempted, but no.)

Saturday, we shopped some more, this time at Powell’s. Little by little I’m adding used books to my meager library. Mind you, I wasn’t going to get any this time but somebody insisted… on paying for them. Darn her all to heck.

Sunday, we trekked out to visit The Imperial Princess of Cute. It turns out she bought a fun game called “Unexploded Cow” but hadn’t yet played through it yet, so I taught both ladies how to blow up mad cows. We also played some Fluxx until Doug got home, at which time we dragged him into a few rounds of Unexploded Cow. Much fun was had by all, even the one with the nasty head cold. Oh, somewhere in there we also played Mario Kart and ate at Gustav’s. Life is rough, I tell you.

Today? We mostly laid low, cleaned up, played City Of, and generally tried not to think about the weekend being over. Ah well. I also tore into my early birthday present, much to my glee and everyone else’s wry amusement. Hey, it’s (nearly) my birthday, I’ll geek out if I want to. Hah!

Wendi beat me to it, but that wasn’t difficult considering it took me until almost bedtime to write about this.

While the real breakup is a few years gone, now, today marks the first time that the date of our wedding anniversary has come after our divorce was legally finalized. I quipped to her this morning that it’s our first “non-anniversary.” (Yes, we still chat. Whatever else happened, we ended the marriage as friends. That’s gotta count for something.) I have, as you can imagine, mixed feelings about this. Mostly I’ve been trying not to spend too much time looking back on how badly I screwed things up in the early days. I also don’t want to get too caught up in missing the really good times, because that’s not particularly healthy either. Where we are now, individually, is far healthier than anyone could have expected. It hasn’t been easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is, right?

And I’m going to repeatedly tell myself that until I pull myself out of this funk I’m in… hopefully in time for someone‘s visit this weekend.