Amour.

Extreme photophobia and excessive tearing due to a corneal abrasion had me curtaining off the entire house and moping around with an improvised eye pad (aka tissue) held in place to my left eye by the darkest of shades. The tiniest amount of sunlight would cause the affected eye to flinch and close off like the leaves of touch-me-not, and a rivulet of tears not caught by the tissue would journey down the left side of my face reminding me yet again not to flirt with the star.

So, I hid/fled/ran from him the last couple of days whilst battling feelings of doom and gloom without him.

But this morning, I open my eyes, and there HE is: strong and powerful in his blazing glory, his yellow beams penetrating my bedroom window caressing my quilt. :P

And then I understood why I did what I did.

"Divorcing" Joecities has nothing to do with its REIGNING MONARCH calling me GROSS, and everything to do with not having THE LIGHT in my life.

Welcome back, my man. :)

:P