Broken habits and second chances...

Further adventures in Jessica's mental housecleaning...

Last night, I stared temptation in the faces (all 3.5 of them!), blushed, was suitably flattered, and then walked away. Kissed my husband without mentally superimposing any of the aforementioned faces over his and wondering what if. Went home content with my company. Because all the flirting and what-if in the world doesn't hold a candle to the love you can reach out and hold.

I hugged Hawk--grand sweeping, laughing, Fred-&-Ginger dip, rising into a hug--and then asked after Monica. She's back. She's doing well. She lost all her pictures. Then I walked away with Adam. Without twitching. Without looking back, except to go "Wow... That's it?"

Next thought, as I rejoiced in the beauty that is marriage to a man who's just protective enough: Hm. Might even get Dani back at this rate.

Because I love him, but if I can't not be a damn fool around him, then I shouldn't be around him at all.

So those were my last thoughts last night.
Today, I check my e-mail. Guess who's written.

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As Ramirez said in the second Highlander film: "Rather glad the magic works."