Having just finished eating pizza, I was picking my nose, sipping wine, and reading David Denby’s review of the new Johnny Cash movie in the latest issue of The New Yorker while Kimmie helped a crying Mackenzie deal with a poop mishap in the bathroom. Devo’s “It’s a Beautiful World” played from the iGuy. I stopped for a moment and enjoyed it.

I left you a note, but I guess you never saw it. I sent an email but your spam filters blocked it. I left a voice message but the connection was bad. I tried to tell you.

Don’t act surprised by the news. We both knew it was coming. I wanted to tell you in advance but I wasn’t sure how you would take it.

Whenever I get a chance, I will pack up my things. For now, let’s just pretend that everything is all right. Life’s too short to face reality.

I’m working on a few new things that I hope will make our lives easier. At least when this is all over, there will be something to talk about. One day, we’ll forget what it was.

It makes you think twice about your next move. At times, I can’t move.