Because I am a scientist, one of my favorite shows on television is Big Bang Theory, produced by Chuck Lorre, a comedy wizard. I think I like it because I actually get the jokes, although my ex-wife and her daughter also liked it (probably because they knew me too well).

At the end of each show, Chuck uses his Vanity Card to do a sort of diary or blog about… well, whatever he happens to be feeling that day.

Tonight, one hit home:

“Mornings are the worst. The mind seems undefended, easy prey for both memories and imagination. What happened. What should’ve happened. What might happen someday. Your fault, my fault, no one’s fault…

Nights are bad too. Once again, exhaustion makes the mind vulnerable to obsessing over woulda, shoulda, coulda.”

Exactly what I had been thinking lately. As the days expand from the day they left me (the “Big Bang” if you will), each one gets easier. In fact I have changed the Description of this Blog from “A blog about my struggle as a divorce'” to “A blog about my life after divorce.”

But mornings and nights are still bad sometimes.

That’s some bad hat, Harry.