we interrupt this blog...

We killed a rooster this weekend. But please don't cry for him. He wasn't a nice rooster. He attacked my daughter a few times. Then he turned on me. And if that wasn't enough proof that he needed to go, he decided to take on the dog in a rumble worthy of the Thrillah in Manilla. I have to hand it to him, he put on a good show, coming out with Ali's signature style and swagger. But in the end, he was no match for the mighty Mastiff, or the husband as it turns out. Because not an hour after their throw down, Crockpot Roy was chilling out in the fridge, his brilliant tail feathers in a jar on the counter. 

And that my friends, was the highlight of my weekend. It was all downhill from there. I did finish my content edit for Suddenly Sorceress, and I certainly can't complain about that. But my daughter moved out on Sunday, and as much as I was looking forward to her being out on her own, it still stings to watch her haul her things out the door. The last of my little birds out of the nest. The end of an era. But it would seem that's not the only thing that was over by the time Sunday evening rolled around. 

And truth be told, this is not the first time my relationship has been in the crapper. It seems to be cyclic. And I have to wonder if it's not all my fault. Am I just too quirky and strange to maintain a relationship outside of the printed page? Maybe I really am that difficult to live with. And maybe I'm destined to be alone. It will certainly give me a lot more time to write. And on the upside, I won't have to worry about shaving my legs or any of those other pesky rituals women get stuck with. 

But hairy legs aside, I can't say I'm happy about this new development. In fact, I'm locked in my room, listening to Nina Simone wail sad lyrics on repeat until I don't have any more tears to cry. And then maybe I'll sleep for a while. I haven't had much of that lately. A little extra sleep never hurt anyone.

Until the next time...I'll be reevaluating my future.

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Posted on October 13, 2013 .