Day 1946

Whoops, there it is!

Got the call, vehicle is toast. Oh well. At least I'm ok.

Did the Half, did well, considering. Matched my best time there, only 2 breaks, ran consistently. considering the shit that was last week-a miracle. Considering the shit I live in, a miracle. Night before, Bitch screaming/raging about my need for counseling (that's what passes for "supportive spouse" after being involved in a major auto accident. It somehow has the right to scream like a fuckin' psycho, completely unprovoked. Makes for a good night's sleep before a major run). Thursday: car wreck. Tuesday: took a fall. Amazing I'm vertical.

Last night, no different. Bitch offering it's unsolicited opinion that I needed counseling, It's on a bit of a tear here. Happens cyclically. Needs more meds. I didn't say a word, but get this from the Useless Psycho. House is a fucking mess, It sits in the midst of it (went away for a week 6 weeks ago, suitcase is STILL in the middle of the kitchen). Amazing.

Last evening, retirement dinner, peeps be good!

You can choose your friends...............................