Tomorrow’s D-Day

9:00 am tomorrow. Courthouse. It’s over.

I must have some anxiety about it. I had the most vivid dream last night that my school hosted a divorce event for me, which was attended by scores of people (including Mr. Ex) and featured a band (which included out-of-towners as well as my older daughter’s BIL on bass). It was held in advance of the actual hearing, and I stayed so late that I almost missed court.

The food was good, though.

Call the anxiety police…

Should I be upset that a user named “likebiggals” viewed my profile?

Should I be happy that he didn’t wink?

Should I be worried that I’m too fat, even for “likebiggals”?

Stop the madness.