Greetings from not-yet-sunny Portland, Oregon where it’s 58-F outside with a good chance of hitting something in the mid-80s by some time in the afternoon. Or late morning, for that matter. I’ve mentioned before how I feel about summer, but that’s not really pertinent here and now.

This entry commences my Blogathon participation for 2003, my first ever. For the next 24 hours I will post at least one entry during every half-hour timeslot. Yes, I really will. If I managed to wake up this morning to start, I can stay up long enough to finish.

Let the fun and games commence. Welcome to the Blogathon.

(Cute, cuddly bunny pictures to follow in the next half-hour’s posting. Be patient, folks.)

Wendi has fed me breakfast, I’ve posted bunny pictures (though more will come, have no fear), and now I think I’m going to take a Very Quick Shower. Yeah, I feel kinda grungy. The hot spray on my sunburned bits should be invigorating, wouldn’t you say?

When I get back, I’ll commence with the… settling in for 22 more hours of this. Yeah, that’s my grand plan for the Blogathon. I think big, y’all.

Okay, so now I’m bathed. And there’s goop in my hair to make it stand up the way I like. Of course, I’m not bothering to brush it or anything… I should look nice and dorky on the cam for Blogathon.

Yes, I said cam.

Scary, wot? What can I say, I have a weakness for opportunities to show off my goofy-looking mug.

Sometimes it’s as if nothing has changed.

Sometimes it’s a strain to see eye to eye.

Sometimes we just can’t communicate.

Sometimes the fact that there’s a divorce going on jumps up and bites us on the ass.

I’m not trying to “put you in your place.” I’m trying to gracefully move apart, trying to admit defeat and move on with my life. I cannot survive this if I cling desperately to what was. I feel like crap as it is.

I love you. But I’m not going to pretend that we’re not going on with our own, separate lives. If it looks or sounds like I’m pushing you away… I’m not pushing, but I am trying to keep you at arm’s length so I can keep my perspective. Doing otherwise would lead us down a path that can only ultimately bring even more pain. Yes, more than what we’re already feeling.

Perhaps this doesn’t help. Perhaps this doesn’t answer the question. I can’t do any more than I already am, though.

(BlueCalx moment: Hey, you should go visit greyduck.net right now. Yeah.)