Ah, the freedom to write what I want, and not worry if an ex-husband is reading, or someone anonymous who may/may not be a friend, or people who I'd just prefer not to know. It's like upgrading to a larger house. Which speaking of ...

... as mentioned, there's a little financial tension Chez Nous over finances. And money looms large as I go over my zillion-entry accounting records for tax season 2006. Accounting is never been one of my strengths, and I pretty much ignored it all year. You'd think the fallout would be fatal, but it looks like (thanks to gmail) I've reconstructed about 95% of those blank-faced entries, pretty accurately. And I've got religion at the moment, so for a while at least, my 2007 records won't be such a stinking pile of crap.

I'm taking a vacation this week (other than taxes). It's a delicate state of mind. Also, the universe is conspiring, since none of my potential interviewees have responded to any of my e-mails, which is rare. And then, spring sprung. I spent an entire day in bed eating a multitude of Dove dark chocolates and devouring The Time Traveler's Wife. This is very unusual behavior for me. I'm compulsively driven when it comes to my business.

And then, I have these binders with my financial records, and I actually went to the bank today, and actually made two deposits of that my personal checks wouldn't get mixed up with my business checks, and that's so different from normal behavior too that it almost qualifies as pathological.

Night times ... after quitting coffee, I was going to bed on time, but lately I have such a girlish "ooh, I get to stay up as long as I want!" feeling going, I'm hitting the sack closer to 4 a.m. again.

Does everyone have crushes on people they're not married to?

I have star crushes, mostly men but including Scarlett Johansson. I find her strangely erotic. So sue me.

I have a lingering crush on a former boss who is this hyper-literate, fluent-French speaking mental giant with full lips in an other Germanic physique and a wicked sense of humor. We chat periodically.

I have an indefinable something for very old friend who propped me up and comforted me when my last husband dumped me. It was him, I think, that gave me a sense that something good could be found in men after all that. I don't talk to him much now because I find this dynamic complicated.

That's about it for me.

In my next true confessions episode, I'll explain exactly what makes me a bitter, jealous wife who wishes she had what my husband's ex has. No, I'm not proud.