The second quarter

3pm. Managed to get out of bed and make a coffee but there's nobody here to award me my medal.

I was actually woken up at 1pm by a phone call from the TD Bank. Despite being separated for eight months now, my ex-wife still hasn't started the paperwork on our finances, so the line of credit we started to pay for the car we couldn't really afford is still in my name. Ergo, every time there's a problem with it, they call me - FUBAR. I get to worry about it, but can't actually do anything about it because it's up to her to make the changes. It's my credit rating on the line too. But then she never did really prioritise us when it came to things like that, even if it was a significant worry for me.

Anyway, it struck me that tonight might be a good networking opportunity, which means I really do need to get my game face on. Cowering in the corner won't be an option. I'd better go cook and eat something or I'll be wasted after the first glass of champagne.