All uphill from here

I feel better today.  I got lots of writing done, bought groceries.  I was awakened by someone bellowing "FIVE DOLLARS!!!" and realized that it wasn't a persistent crazy person but the annual street-wide sidewalk sale.  And I found some flash new kicks at the shoestore next door that were substantially discounted (check 'em out).
 
And now that J. and I are on the same page, agreeing lovingly that getting back together is highly unlikely, and there's nothing more I can do, I'm still terribly sad, but not miserable and anxious like I have been for the past few months.  I have lots more space in my head now that I'm not stressing about it.
 
Oh, and I got my apartment sorted out.  Gave up on my originally planned one, signed a lease on the smaller one (after talking the rent down $50), and I even have some say in what color the walls are going to be painted.  So between being productive and taking care of practicalities I've had a pretty good day. 
 
My friend G. pointed out that this late Bastille day may have been the saddest I'll ever have, and that it's all uphill from here.  At the risk of brooking the wrath of Edgar from King Lear--"The worst is not so long as we can say "this is the worst' "--I think he may be right.