It just goes to show how changeable I am lately that yesterday's bad time passed fairly readily, and all it took was time. I drove back to the hotel from work, stopping for dinner, and read myself to sleep.

Tomorrow is the hearing on the protective order, so I won't be at work, and therefore won't be on here, either. If I'm lucky, by Friday, the order will be lifted, I will have used the opportunity to get (most of) my things out of the house, and I may even decide on an apartment in the afternoon.

One at a time, though.