I heard an interview with a musician yesterday who said "Grief is unexpressed love." That really makes a lot of sense, because aren't the losses that hurt the most and the longest the ones where we didn't have a chance to say anything?

I started writing a final entry on OD, presenting awards like Narcissist, Whiner, Hopeless and Fraud. I probably won't post it, but it is good to finally get it out. I've noticed Prosebox is getting hit with more and more spam, even with Cloudflare. Glad I moved here instead.

Got the new jigsaw puzzle out and pieces are flipped and ready for Wednesday night. I decided on ribs and mac n cheese and slaw for Wed dinner, easy stuff to make.

My ex showed up in my dream last night. Somehow he knew the code to the house alarm (even though he never lived here). I suppose he entered my dreams from a text conversation with my sister. She'd sent a xmas picture from a xmas when my now half-bald boys had beautiful heads of hair in high school. She tried to blame it on my side of the family (the whole blame it on the woman's genes farce) and I said no. My ex and my boys have the same very distinct hairline as the patriarch of that family. My dad had thin hair all around, my mom's brothers had dark full heads of hair. I have a dark full head of fine hair. My boys and ex have nothing on top, but thick hair around the sides that makes them look like Bozo the Clown if they don’t keep it trimmed. Blaming it on the woman goes hand in hand with blaming the woman for producing a girl baby instead of a boy. Just BS wishful thinking to make the man feel superior.

I don’t think today will be as busy at work as yesterday, but we'll see. There are still some schools in session today.