Another month from hell is over...

It started a month ago last night — Tommy's harsh words, followed by an apologizing phone call a month ago today. Have not heard from him since. And I was on my way out to Nawlins to hook up with George (&, possibly Tommy). I don't need to repeat, again, what happened after our fabulous Friday night. Then I had to have one of my sheepies PTS on Tuesday, which broke my heart, after he collapsed on Monday. Hopefully today — St. Patrick's Day — will have better results. Have a date with a hottie — an ex-NYC fireman (who was at 9/11). I am learning not to expect too much out of men, having been so bitterly disappointed by them of late. Time alone will tell...