Sorry to leave you hanging...

I owe explanations, apologies, and heart-felt thanks to Teh Horde...

so anyway, on Wednesday night's ONT, I dropped a turd in the punch-bowl...

"I'm not broadcasting it; but I'm not going to keep it a secret amongst friends. Tonight, I'm in the saddest Motel 6 room you can imagine. Was asked to vacate the premises today. Complied."

 ...then promptly managed to pass out doze off, and missed the opportunity to answer questions and acknowledge your support.  I apologize.  I often say on the ONT "you people (or the HQ in general) keep me sane" and it's true.

I am in the process of moving out of the house.  I sign a lease on a small, but tiny apartment on Monday.  This is not sudden or unexpected (although at the end, it is kinda sudden).  I wrote three years ago "Should I live-blog my divorce?".  The "detente" that existed in the interim was over when my employer eliminated my position on 02APR14.  Things went rapidly downhill from there.

I'm OK.  I had resigned myself to this possibility years ago.  Not so much sadness as frustration, and exacerbation on having to spend money to hole-up in a Motel 6 until my small, but tiny apartment is ready.

I shall not file for divorce.  The Soon-To-Be-Ex-Missus™ is technically an invalid, having had half a lung removed in 2012 (see also: Tale of Woe) so her continued health insurance is my responsibility, in addition to the kids.

To "fisk" myself: to say "I'm not broadcasting it", then posting on an open forum?  Broadcasting.  And my comment of "the saddest Motel 6 room you can imagine" was more about the ascetics of the room, not my mood.

we'll have words soon

oh, great, the loud people in the room next door are now smoking pot, and I will have to pee in a cup soon...