Neither Here. Nor There.

That's exactly how I feel. Stuck somewhere in the middle. I've never been in this picture:

When circumstances have it, that one partner is left in place and the other may possibly

move on. There aren't time lines or margins. Maybe a year. Maybe two. I'll be here. I'll be

there. Leaving in a week. Maybe two. Away for a month. Maybe more. Maybe less. I hate

to rain on your parade. BUT IT'S POURING OVER HERE.