1/26/2005 08:16:23 AM|||Amy|||So, lacking time and creative energy, I haven't had much to write about in awhile. I got a divorce - John and I laughed and joked our way through court. Sure, I cried - but then I cry at anything and crying during the finalization of a marriage's end isn't unexpected. Then, we went home and traded barbs about Bush and his innaugaration.

Last night, I was making dinner and Monkey came around singing. In a very sweet, lilting voice she sang, "Kerry is a good man. He's a princess."

I'm free, and I'm happy. For the first time in God knows how long, I feel like possibilities are... well... possible. I've started caring about what I eat, and whether or not I get any exercise. We are taking the dog for walks again when it isn't so gosh-darned cold outside that she will insist on being held inside my coat. Sammy weighs around 60 pounds. That's a lot of dog to wrap up inside one's coat. I don't dread coming home or going to work. Things are better.

I'm still dreading Bear's birthday party. I'm trying to talk him out of it, but he won't be swayed. |||110674952380879743|||