It;'s been brewing for quite a while, but our best friends are separating. The husband is out in the yard smoking a cigar and sipping rye with the DH and talking things over. This is the couple we go to the movies with every Saturday and whose kids we've watched grow up.

It's just very sad.

That's hard, Scrappy

I'm sorry, Scrappy. That's rough.

The Good Wife is killing me.

Anyone around?

I am.

You could say I'm working: I'm watching the Nova about how they moved Gay Head Lighthouse. What is cool about it is how much of that work was just old-school physical labor. Smart engineering, but nothing high-tech: just hard work.

My summer classes start tomorrow. I'm freaking out, as I usually do the night before classes start, and now that freakout is expanding into my brain telling me everything else I've screwed up in my life. Ugh.

You will do wonderfully. You will. I know brains tell you otherwise, but brains are poopy lieheads and not to be trusted.

Hil, the evidence suggests you will do fine.

Thanks. My brain is being stupid, I know.