Snow.
Got a few inches overnight.
He’s just left for group. Someday, I might ask him about it, but right now it’s not something we really talk about. The only thing he’s told me is “I’m the most normal one in there, the others are a hair away from suicide.” I’ll have about an hour or so to do a workout while he’s there. Less, actually, because he wants to go shopping as soon as he can get home and pick me up.
There’s food shopping to be done. This week is pizza week. He’s also discovered there’s a Warhammer store nearby, and he wants to check that out.
Yesterday’s birthday party was nice. My sister proclaimed, “this is amazing, I am never having another birthday party at my house ever again,” while my nephew was hurling a duckpin bowling bowl down a lane. She loved the fact that she just showed up with her stuff, opened a few boxes of pizza, cut some cake, and two hours later packed the truck and went home.
Her mother-in-law, once again, was drunk.
No one questioned why I was alone; “give them another year or two, they’ll forget and start asking about me again.”
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