I am a free woman. Mostly. Sort of. Let’s go with ‘freer woman’ perhaps. Yesterday was my last day as a full-time employee. Which makes today my first day as a part-time employee, I don’t feel very different. Same fog in the morning, same traffic, same early conference calls. Perhaps the transition will sink in next week when I only go to the office two days out of five. That’s 2/5. Or 2/4, since I worked from home on Fridays. Or 1/2. That’s pretty good.
The first item on the Freedom Agenda is filling out my Domestic Partnership paperwork so that I can get on R’s health insurance. If we’re in a domestic partnership, does that mean he has to be more domestic? That would be great. I’m going to make a list. I do seem to do a disproportionate amount of laundry.


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