Today the zipper tag ripped off my trusty RPGA jacket (which I've worn everywhere for the past 4 years). To repair it I'd have to replace the whole zipper. I think I'll just toss it instead -- a strangely appropriate thing, given that RPGA has now tossed me aside.

On to better things.

The Christmas celebrations were nice; a lovely dinner with friends and a smattering of nice (and appropriate) gifts. I've been puttering around doing various things (filing 2 years worth of papers, for example) and recharging my emotional batteries. My heart is still a raw and open wound, but I can go hours without breaking down into tears.

Now, if I could just go back to sleeping more than 4 hours at a time, I'd be on the road to better.