Spring is arriving

 The insanely unnecessary trial over child support has drawn to a close. Objections were filed, but the judge corps at the county office building refused to consider them on technicalities. The objections' overruling was riddled with factual errors, but I assume I would have to appeal, which would cost me thousands in legal fees over a trivial sum being sent to my ex. The state's family court system is easily abused and inherently unjust. I could compose as separate journal entry on this subject, but I have no more to add at this time.

I'm generally sleeping well. Waking up alone can be debilitating, knowing no one human is there for me. I have a girlfriend, but she lives in another town. I do have a cat, who is very loyal, and sleeps with me. I suppose I could remember all the quarrels we had when we were together, and how I am not subject now to anyone's judgement or control. Dreaming occasionally about ex-girlfriends, usually in surreal quasi sexual situations. I dreamt about my cat, too, and his hair sticking up on his tail and legs. That was not sexual. 

I ran 5.5 miles last evening. This was enough to tire me and compel me to drive to work instead of bike. I simply didn't have the energy. This is a first. I am getting older. My required recovery period is getting longer. The night biking subjects me to those bright LED headlamps most late model cars have now. It's blinding, even with their "dims" on. 

My girlfriend is unexpectedly ill. I hope to see her when she gets better. It must be quite a stressful time for her. It is a significant health issue. I text her when I can. 

Couple of kids are home for spring break. It's good to see them. I understand why they spend their time with mom and not with me when I am working overnights. I hope they see me more when I am off in a couple of days. Maybe they could spend the night at my place. It's a desolate feeling that results when they forsake me for their mother. Maybe I am emotionally immature, and counseling can work me through these feelings of rejection. 

I heard the spring peepers for the first time last night. It hit 60 yesterday and will hit 60 today. A bit early for the warmth...