Separation and a hair trigger

I didn't ask to be separated. It was not my choice. I was rushing to get out the door and as sometimes happens, that's when I noticed something out of the ordinary.  In a rush, more happened, epithets were hurled and... My middle left toenail decided it was time to try and secede from the Union of my toe and foot. Damage control and a hefty bandaid kept things from going further south but who knew that a metatarsal malfunction was not going to be the only highlight of my day?

So... Another separation happened two weeks ago and I've been adjusting to and even enjoying this one. A stressful and overwhelming employment opportunity came to a decidedly quiet end and I've been decidedly celebrating my free time.  Imagine how...decidedly interesting...it was to hear that the almighty HR group was looking for a contact number for me.  They tried to call but left no message. Curious, eh?

At yet another medical appointment for the other half of my matrimonial unit, I was surprised to find this doctor did not agree with previous pain management doctor about said treatment. So more food for thought about that visit. More happened concerning food but that's just a story for another day.  Suffice to say, sanctions loom ahead so... "Enjoy tonight for tomorrow we diet!" er, I mean begin a new lifestyle food selection.process.