My son is out of jail. Yay. I realize I like it when he's in jail. I know where he is. He's sober and he can't call me. So now I have to hope and pray that he stays sober, that he doesn't harass his ex-girlfriend, that he does what he says he will. He wants to be there for his son. I want to hope but that hope has been run over so many times, there's little of it left.
I'm tired, beyond tired and I'm guessing it's related to stress. The big guy has a huge knot in his shoulder, also stress related. Fuck.
Spring seems so far away. I know it's edging closer but I it will be awhile before the snow melts and the plants burst through the soil again. In the mean time I get up, go to work, make supper and do the laundry.
I can't tell if it's depression or fatigue or stress. Or maybe it's all three. A ménage a trois of distress:)
It will pass, eventually. Time to make supper.
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