Last night was Christmas Eve.

When I came back from the supermarket my doorman handed me a fedex envelope. In it were my divorce papers, signed and notarized by dave.

I looked at the fedex form and I saw that familiar handwriting inscribing his name and address and mine.

I was wondering what he was thinking when he addressed it. When he wrote my name did he feel a twang?

Then I realized that I am so history to him. I’m sure he wasn’t thinking anything except how to fill out the form.

I wish I was as far along in this as he is. I’m almost there but not totally.

Then I had a wonderful evening.

I spent Christmas Eve with David and his sons. I love all three of them and it was really fun.

Even though David has a bad cold, he made a wonderful dinner.

Of course since he thinks you only have to cook a rib roast for 6 minutes instead of my usual 4 hours, my dinner was strictly vegetarian.

We all exchanged gifts and sang xmas carols. Nah we didn’t do that.

They watched football and pretty much ignored me.

It was heaven.