Good Lord, it's already nearly six-thirty, and here i sit, only awake for about an hour, I still haven't worked the kinks out of my body, so getting going is out of the question at this time. But I am late. I woke up late. That is like, at least two or three times in the past couple of months. For someone who never sleeps, this is really new territory. I came home very tired last evening, and in pain. More pain than I have been in for quite some time. No apparent reason, really, if you don't count thirteen hour work days, and I have been doing those for quite some time. Well, they will just have to wait on me at the garage today, I will not be there on time. Not that I have to punch a clock, or justify when I come and go, but I am always there early. If I have to be late then this is a good day to do it, I have very little waiting on me to do.
I was on the phone with YS last evening, pretty late. He and GF were fighting, they haven't done that in some time, or at least not to the point of him calling me. He calls when he is exasperated, and doesn't know what to do, they both have bad tempers, and are both very young, at least when it comes to knowing how to handle the anger. Last evening, he didn't sound as mad as he did hurt. He came with his father's ugly temper already installed, and I'll be damned if he is going to wait until he is in his fifties to learn how to control it. He has made great progress, the outbursts of his have gotten way better, according to the both of them. I told him to just drop it and go to bed, that things would look way different this morning. I am not sure if that is what he did, but i didn't hear any more. If only we could know in our twenties what we know in our forties, wouldn't life be so much easier? The sad part is, by the time we figure that out, we have messed up many a relationship....I have zero tolerance for tempers, i am sure that is due to being married to his dad. I will not be yelled at, I will not be swore at, and don't you EVER raise a hand to me. EVER. Well anyway, I know that YS is trying NOT to be the way his father is. And if we try, we usually succeed.
I suppose I should try to get moving. That will be hard this morning. I wish a wonderful Tuesday for each of you, as well as for me. Out!