Life Classes started again tonight. I can't even remember the last time I attended the Selwyn College class. Susie was there but only for tonight, she is handing her tutoring to another woman so that's nice for a change. Ron came with me, so I had company which was nice. Although I scuttled off home fairly quickly (habit more than anything) I think we might try for a drink afterwards. That'd be nice, huh. Quentin emailed me today. It has to be 4-6 months since I heard from him. And it was really really nice hearing from him again. I went to my lawyers this morning. Primarily to sign the separation papers, but also to drop the documents for the divorce and to write my will. I misted up. I've been a bit like that lately. I can't say that I am sad or depressed, just - it's the idea of death and not even the dying part of death but the leaving-behind part of death and those joyous feelings I have associated with that whole area. It doesn't help that I am reading "Shadow in Tiger Country" by Louise and Tim Arthur. A very inspirational and moving last year of Louise's battle against cancer. Tim reminds me of Adam in some ways. Unusual that I am reading this 'type' of book too, no exploding helicopters or spaceships on the front. Could I be showing signs of adulthood here *gasps* surely not. Or maybe I just need this. To feel things again. Not that I haven't been feeling things but there was a time in the past when I went through a very long time of honestly not feeling anything but neutral. That wasn't good or healthy and I have remedied the situation so don't worry. [it was well before your time anyway, in fact, it was you who brought helped me back]. Today was gloriously sunny. Cold in the corners but warm in the sunshine. It was a skip-in-your-step kind of day. Well, on the inside. The forecast is for another cold snap this week. I would love there to be a place to sit in the sun around work somewhere. Just to sit and close my eyes face turned to soak up the rays. Rachelle mentioned a Park nearby, we need to go find it. PLUS, we are going bowling at lunchtime sometime this week to help us cope with the 'stress' of work. We need to giggle and not think about every-little-thing. --------

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Underwire Bras. I'm sure someone thought they were a good idea at the time. Mostly, they are uncomfortable to wear for an entire day and if the underwire begins to migrate from it's stitched casing, the ends poke into bits that were never meant to be poked with wire at all. This is how my morning developed. Becoming more and more uncomfortable. Wire tip prodding flesh far too soft to be prodded. I tried and tried to push the wire back into place, well aware that jamming my hand down my blouse between my breasts on this insistant mission must've looked a bit strange to my work colleagues - apologise apologise - but I had to rid myself of the pressing pain. Wire tip meets fingertip and the fingertip'll never win. A firmer tool was needed, and as luck would have it, there was a bread and butter knife on my desk. I used its handle to force the wire back into its casing. Ah, sweet relief. But wire being wire and bras being bras and me being me it wasn't long before the wire was on the move again, but I wasn't so disturbed because I kept the bread and butter knife handy and pushed the wire back into place for another burst of relief. Such a good idea. This went on into the day, until the inevitable happened, I reached for my trusty tool and used it the wrong way around. It slipped off the tip of the wire and sliced my skin better than the wire ever had, leaving a bloody gash between my breasts. Clutching at my chest the dots of blood appearing on my shirtfront. I looked at the knife, what a stupid thing to be shoving down my shirt, it just seemed like such a good idea at the time. --------