kvetching up

Work is throwing a goodbye party for me on January 19. Coincidentally, it is also Jenny's birthday. I won't take the day off. The current plan is to go to the Playgarden and have a picnic at the mosaic made in Jenny's honor by a local artist. A weird fucking local artist who decided it would be appropriate to say a few words at Jenny's Celebration of Life, despite not knowing her nor ever meeting her. That was weird, but not as weird as the person who stood up and claimed to be Jenny's best friend. Jenny's actual best friends--she had two-- were present and accounted for, so wtf? People are strange. Not sure how I feel about doing this work send-off on her birthday, but there is no way around it. My intent is to have a drink and then Uber home. I don't like driving with just one drink on board, just don't do it. Having given notice, I am so jammed up at work, I was at the office e from 8 until 6, came home and made turkey drumsticks for dinner, took down...

Some weeks ago I listened to a podcast on the grifting life of Dr. Phil. Not eye-opening, I've known he was a grifter since I laid eyes upon him back when Oprah was still in syndication.  Since we got the puppy, I've taken to watching Dr. Phil early in the morning, and found it's like eating potato chips. I can't watch just one segment.  And today he actually said something interesting about cheating. He said, "Does your partner have the emotional integrity to be honest with you, to be truthful with you, to be predictable with you, to be someone you can count on to not betray you? "  I can't, now almost a year from discovery answer yes to any of those questions, and yet here I am. I am the person I thought I was, I am staying to care for her. She is not the same, but does not remain the stranger I learned she was nearly a year ago on discovery day. I know her lies and that she shares them glibly.  Her story, one of the explanations as to why she won't...