39

3 x 13.
39.
The number flies through my head like a propeller plane with one of those flags flapping behind, and the flags say nasty words I'd rather not repeat. I do not actually believe this sky writing, but numbers... ah well then.

39.

I am enjoying this part of my life, enjoying party planning and not having to be concerned about anyone else's mood or schedule or how they feel about anyone coming. Definitely nice to be able to choose one's actions based solely on one's own wants, needs. Nice... but sometimes intimidating.

Strange that I'm still getting used to this... but perhaps not so strange, after nearly 15 years in total spent in long-term monogamous relationships.