le divorce

So this weekend I decided that (due to complicated and expensive San Francisco recent real estate shenanigans and the fact that babydaddy, like the endangered white rhinoceros, does not breed well in captivity) I am going to be moving back to Sonoma County full time as of the end of April. Baby will be coming with me every other week, and I will be flying solo for the alternating weeks. This is the first time that I have been back in my house with a) no tenants plus b) the intention for this to be my primary residence, which you wouldn't think would make a difference, and yet... it might be the cold and the paint fumes (broken heater (bad) & beautiful fresh paint (good)) or the post-prandial glass of limoncello & dark chocolate that I'm indulging in right now, but I'm having fleeting fantasies of painting Gauguin-esque murals on the baby's future bedroom walls and reviving my papier-mache elephant furniture project or possibly going out to the movies or possibly having another glass of limoncello or possibly doing nothing at all. Weird...