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Yesterday was a pretty good day. I went out, and the sun was shinning enough to make me feel warm. The snow was sublimating, and I could watch the tendrils of steam in between puddles between piles of snow created by the plows. It could be muddy and dirty, but it wasn't so much where I went. I let my long black coat billow around me, and I remembered as a teen wanting such a coat, such a feeling, my scarf floating in the wind, and I had to laugh. It was good to be something so positive for however brief a moment in time.

Other than a mild lethargy and inconvenience, this turn of my health isn't painful or terrible. I still don't like it a lot though. I'm too complacent, I think about bleeding, because I do it on a semi-regular basis anyway. It's just a different location for a pad, a different stain on the underwear.

It is however going to get me out of my sister's wedding. I am NOT going to travel several hours, stay in hotels, deal with people and situations outside of my comfort zone. Particularly not for a wedding of a marriage I honestly can't believe will last longer than two years. I'm willing to bet she'll get pregnant, he'll insist on keeping it, and he will also want her to quit her job and stay home and raise the kid. This is not a lifestyle choice my sister will want. Ever. She's 41. She didn't want to change diapers of her first two kids. She's not fond of staying home. I don't mind her dating this man, but personally, no, I don't like him at all. He reminds me too much of creepy ex-boyfriends for everything they ever creeped me out about. I call him Bobbert, because he insists on Robert. But here, I'll probably refer to him as the man my sister married.

Scot, my fabulous ex-brother-in-law, will laugh his ass off. He will devotely hope the marriage happens soon, so he doesn't pay any more alimony. He is already avoiding child support, because their son now lives with him. Kudos to Danny for making such a wise choice. I love my sister's kids very very much.  ¶ 10:08 AM