Better, at least a little
Well, the weekend of misery is over, and every day I get a little stronger. I am no longer walking around in a fog, my focus is slowly coming back to me (at least during the day). I’ve got some weddings to go to in June, so I thought I’d get a new suit. Turns out that they are going to have to take it in at every seam. I have to get a larger size for the shoulders/chest area, but my midsection is smaller than what the suit makers expect from American males of that size, so that’s good. I looked very handsome and sophisticated by the way. It was nice to have compliments from the tailor and salesman, even if I did pay for them indirectly. As a side note, to everyone who has sent me a note whether private or a comment on my recent situation: THANK YOU!!! Your kind words remind me that there are good people in life and you guys have been wonderful. Unfortunately, the hurt ain’t over, but every second gets better. Besides, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and isn’t that everyone’s goal here?
