When my father died, it was very difficult to get through that first year. Every holiday, or other important day, was labelled "the first [insert day here] without Dad." (Mind you, in a perfect world, it would have been "the first married [insert day here]," but fate decided otherwise.)

It turns out it's much the same with separation and divorce. I've already had my first Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and Valentine's Day without Michael. Hell, I've even had the Fourth of July.

But yesterday was the big one. I have now officially experienced my first Un-Anniversary -- the first occurrance of what used to be our wedding anniversary. I took off from work -- a good thing, since I was mood-swinging like mad. (Ever cried to "X-Men 2?" No, neither had I, until yesterday.)

I have made it to the other side.

Breathe out!

Stream-of-consciousness recap of the past week or two: big project, deadline tomorrow, Labor Day weekend -- what Labor Day Weekend?, worked Saturday and Monday, still here, Mercury's outtta retrograde and not soon enough for me, vendors doing silly thing...well, okay, stupid things...well, okay, asshattingly stupid things.

On the other hand, the RNC is gone, sailing is fun, and go see "Hero." Martial arts goodness with pretty colors, even!

And, take note...so you all know, early Fall isn't a good time for me. My father's 59th birthday would have been in two weeks; the fourth anniversary of his death is at the end of October. And now in-between: my former wedding anniversary, to add even more soul-crushing fun!

I'll deal, I always do, but posts may be of the craptastic nature.