musings from the "hot tub"

Last night I soaked for well over an hour in my backyard inflatable spa "hot tub." I had a Sevilla Orange G&T (make it a double) and got to enjoy the not-quite full moon coming up over the house. 

Not sure if it was the G&T, or the moon, or me, or whatever, but I had a serious dialogue going on in my head about legally changing back to my original last name. I had my reasons for not doing that when I got my divorce, but most of those reasons aren't relevant any more. Okay, I'm still amused by one of them, but it's not important enough to not change my name over. The big kicker is how many places I'd need to go and how much time and effort it'd take to actually change my name. It might be worth it, though. We'll see.