• I started selling my woodworking tools this weekend.  As much as I hate to part with them, they’re a fairly superfluous part of my life that I don’t need to tow around right now.  And I have some really nice pieces of my woodworking to hold onto (as does Carolyn).  It’s the good memories that count, right?
• I worked my ass off at the gym yesterday.  Climbed for over two hours, and I have three routes that I’m trying hard to finish.  I have my work cut out for me.
• Carolyn came by the house last night to pick up a few things.  We had a good long talk, and I got a lot off my chest that I needed to say.  Things are still very “neutral” there - we’ll see what happens.

Carolyn and I were married in August of 1999.  We received many lovely gifts from people.

Coincidentally, we received two complete sets of pots and pans for the kitchen.  Being the practical people we are, we opened one set and kept the second set as a “backup” for when the first set would eventually wear out.  This seemed a bit silly since the set we were using was stainless steel.

When Carolyn moved out I found myself without a set of pots and pans.  So - I found the other box of pots and pans last night, and took them out of their plastic wrappers for the first time.

It feels very, very wrong to find a use for a wedding gift only after your separation.

Robert Johnson’s “Hellhound On My Trail” played on iTunes a few minutes ago, and the lyrics struck me as being entirely relevant.  The last verse hit me like a ton of bricks:

I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company

I wonder how my little sweet woman is doing today?