Ignore the basketball reference; I'm short, and never developed an interest in the game, so don't ask me about March Madness. Unless you only see and hear things one-twelfth of the year.

The morning court appearance, as expected, mostly resulted in new questions, but that too is a form of progress. I'm still under the preliminary protective order, which we continued for another month. But at the end of that time, it will be dropped, as if it never happened.

That's because ... she's moving out of the house. I don't think she ever really felt that the order was enough protection, so I guess she's gearing up to disappear. She offered to deed me the house.

Of course, I didn't have any time to consider such a complex thing; I have a year lease, just signed. So I'll have to think about it, and look into the penalties. My gut reaction is that I don't want the encumbrance and am not equipped to deal with getting rid of it. But her alternative is to let it foreclose, and I don't like the sound of that, either.

Ah, well, so it goes. And now that I've hopefully soothed anybody's worries about how my day went, I'm going home to take care of this head cold. I will be back at work tomorrow.