I just took OC to the airport — again. The man keeps insisting on leaving me. Now I am on my way to work for a perfectly miserable day — but it will still be better then staying in this house alone.
Update: 8:08 a.m. — on my way to pick up my students I bumped into the corner of my desk, cut a gash in my knee and ripped a huge hole in the leg of my reasonably new white jeans. Joy. Anybody have a Band-aid?