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January 18, 2013
I've been waiting for a good long while. Waiting for the dog to die, because an unnecessarily premature goodbye would have been wrong. I waited for my Dad to die, to spare him the grief of my impending divorce. Only THAT one couldn't wait. So divorced, and dog dead, and Dad almost, I am soon to be as free as I have ever been in my life. I still have a job, but that could changed. I hate my job. I should anticipate the month by which all these burdens are behind me and book a cruise to anywhere, Ahaa.