Usually, when I am in the midst of post-breakup emotional turmoil, I have a couple of songs that seem to go through my head on constant loop: one by Stars, the other an Ella Fitzgerald version of Bewitched.  This time, neither.

I think that means I am in good shape.  I am not pressed about him.  I can glance at his facebook page without feeling anything other than idle curiosity.  I do not fear the next time I bump into him somewhere random.

He is in the rearview for me in every way, which makes me very happy.