Me: Teary. Sniveling all day. Reactive. Tired. We did it all anyway. Napped when we got home. Ate soft stuff. Can you say, cut a slice of pizza up. Dinner soft pancakes.
G: Less depressed. Still very tired. Napped. Still long silences. This hit him very hard.
Work: Padre’s 2008 Schedule.
Game Weather schedule.
We set up and installed the bed. We were with her while she signed the papers, parted with her hard earned cash, and listened to the rules to live on this site. Inspections. Twice a week inspections, and many other rules. She certainly isn’t left without a structure. She is nly sober because of a severely structured program, and she was very worried about structure.
I was bossy. G and I embarrassed her by being loving….how charming. I made a fuss about windows that opened, but when the air is 112 degrees Fahrenheit, life is slightly more comfortable if the air can move a bit. I should have just backed off. She called me mother. I did back off.
This Saturday we do this again in even hotter air. Sunday we do nothing.
US 395: San Diego County
Old Highway 395