Yesterday afternoon, I made a big deal with a friend to make sure her husband let it slip to my ex that I'm looking at jobs in CA. I realized, that's silly - I'm trying to protect him or something. So after climbing with him last night, I told him I had a job interview. For a job in SF. And he kind of blinked. Said he would miss me, but wished me luck.
I'll go back now to counting my chickens before they hatch.