Blink

Wow. One thing I never expected was to be accused of being a fiction writer. I suppose without actually being here to see the real interactions, there isn't much to be done about that. It's a little irritating since I am trying to get out of the quagmire of being deceptive. Management requests that all questions be held for the end of the tour.

Sorry to disappoint all you blog junkies (of which I now know there are A LOT) but I don't have anything all that sensationalist to report. Yesterday was quite rough but we're doin' OK. And it is MY blog after all. It's my human flaw. Otherwise what's the point in writing it down. Deal.

We will be separating. No two ways around it. Reality has set in. Her two conflicting minds have started to reconcile. This was the reaction I was bracing for in my initial confrontation. The flash of shock has worn off and logic has started it's course. She told me she felt like Dorothy and the Wicked Witch in the same body. One side wants to just go home and have us all live happily ever after and the other wants to hate me for what I've done. I had to take off work yesterday to settle things down. She talked to her parents in the evening. On her way to talk to them, I could tell by her goodbye that a resolution was drawing near but wasn't sure exactly to what degree. After a lingering hour of paralysis later, she came home. And to her senses as well. While I can't agree with the fundamental belief she was raised with, the one that nailed down the lid for so long on my identity, I am glad that she has something to stand by. Now that the curtains have been drawn, guess that makes me the Wizard.

Sorry if I make anyone nauseous but those "Movie of the Week" moments have to come from somewhere.

We do make good monkeys. They bounce well. I can't tell if they know something is up or not. The shift is now to make sure they are well taken care of. I'm going to be giving so many wedgies and upside down backflips I hope they'll be sick of me too. :)

Peace,
Simon