Sunday

Nabal never did shower last night. If I think about it most nights he's far too drunk to bathe. Finally got to frying up the fish he brought in. Upon inspection they were definitely cleaned when Nabal was drunk. They were butchered and many still had scales. Scales done bother me, but he had cut the tails off and sliced them in a way I believe he was lucky not to have sliced his own hand open. I finished cleaning them, fried them up and they were good tho a little boney because he'd cut all the fins off and cut them up so it was hard to get the bones out. He's pretty quiet and my our boy figures he's hung over. I think he was waiting for some big Father's Day shindig. This has been a week of death and letting go. Just a lot of thinking and realizing. And letting go. Nose to the work and kids grindstone. Once that's all taken care of I can move to a new state and open my dream at the end of my 5 year plan. At that point I won't have been on my own in pretty much 20 years. Kinda scary. Kinda looking forward to it in a big way. Don't know how I'll put money together for it all but on my own I can live cheaply. What will it feel like to be alone again? Liberating that's how!