Thank heaven it's a short week.

Last night was fun. Shelly came over and we yammered at each other for a long time. It is so nice to talk with another human being sometimes. You don't appreciate it until you don't do it for a while, and start to feel like a monkey in a cage. Then I had a nice conversation with my roomie about moving and found out that he is finally giving it some thought. This makes me very happy, too, because up until now I have had no evidence that he has seriously considered any part of it. Now at least I can be assured that he is taking the kids feelings into account.

I think he's feeling guilty and trying to rationalize seperating the kids. I'll let him think it out for himself, though, and come to his own conclusions. I'm just awfully glad that he's not making off-the-cuff decisions anymore.

I'm really shy on time today. Karen's shower's tonight, and my coworker is gone for a few days. Bye!