day 115

ANOTHER gorgeous day. Getting over the "I'd give my eyeteeth to run" phase, settling in to rehab resignation. If this is what I gotta do to recover, so be it. A weekend warrior.

Peaceful evening yesterday. I was awaiting Stoney's homecoming, he walks in the door and announces his desire for pizza. No. Nope. Nunh unh. No friggin' way. He has a bad habit of wanting and not finishing, i.e. if we order a pie, he'd damned bloody well better eat it. Of course, the dog ends up getting half. So, negative there. Tonight I do core training, usually pickup Subway, so I offered that, knowing tonight I'd have to cook. He went for it, with one wrinkle...take a second...guess. His fave...Taco Bell. Ok, six of one, half dozen of the other. Pain in the nuts for me: I gotta come home tonight, later than usual, and cook, but whatthefuck. It's an investment in my son. Can't fight that :) .