It's a traditional timespan, for mourning or courting I suppose. But for places to stop, it's a good one, too. I've done my time on this. This process in general, and this blog in specific. I'm no longer in the rest of my life, I'm just in my life, and the complications and woes and joys and triumphs are among the living.

I don't really know how to approach this. My Maia passed away and I have lived a life without her presence for a year. As I am turning 40 this year, the math works out pretty clean. I had a love for 40% of my life, and I have spent the last 2 1/2% without. Math is a good buffer to reality.

I scattered Maia's ashes today, though scatter is the wrong word. I sunk them in Philippi creek. Took her out by the piers where she last walked, just before Christmas '07, and let her go....

Had a book of poetry at one point, a compilation thing, Bunches of poems form different era's and grouped b themes. You know the kind of book I'm talking about. One night we read to each other and played with the performance of reading poetry. One of them was Quinn the Eskimo, by Bob Dylan. I scoffed, silly pop music included in a book of poetry. Maia showed me wrong. And now when I close my eyes and recall her voice, what I alway hear is "But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Everybody's...

The Troglodyte asked me today why I mouse left handed. Maia did. She was leftie. Mega leftie. I'm much closer to ambidextrous so i adapted and now it seems normal. I don't trust people who mouse with their dominant hands. Something unnatural about them.

After that short explanation (slightly altered to textualize the sub) I got a serious case of the bad tingles and was bout worthless the last hour I was there. I don't like the bad tingles. It's a physiological manifestation...

Today was a long shitty day. Got some iffy news at work, and since Mare was out I had to be mega manager and do her job as well as mine. Too much stress and too busy to think. Which was blessingish. Had a couple moments of near panic then got too busy to hurt.

Two more days then I have a day off. The day off.