Friday

A sinking ship... Rats are  scurrying. I'm tired today. I worked all week and will work tomorrow and maybe Sunday. I really. Need to carv out time and get a website going, free just ain't where it's at!

Nabal... All week has said he has to get out bills. All week I've said write them out because by the time I get home he's drunk. Last time we did that it did not go well. Everything had to be redone and he had no memory of any of it at all. Tonight he asked if I would get a hotel room for us tomorrow. Other... No. I probably thought of this before, but in past when he had been working so hard and needed a break I'd rent a room and we'd get away from home for a night. He never reciprocated, but maybe that's just my thing, fine. So in the almost 20 years we have been married, when he did think to rent a hotel room it was for another woman! Then in a little pitiful voice he says: I guess you not going to be with me anymore. Ya think?

Nabal and his new worker were drinking on the wall out in front the house at the beginning of the week. They left a pile of cans on the grass beside the wall...they still lay there. This new fellow is such bad news. He only works till 3, but doesn't have a car. He can only work some days half day because he has a DUI... He habitually spits and clients don't like that, he's a loud spitter. He works more at finding scrap metal than at masonry. I'm tired of saying, so why don't you just tell him you can't use him? He's a drinking buddy now. And the damn mess out in the yard, empty and partially empty cans all over the house. I'm going to have to clean it up, it's past sanitary. Ship's going down, I can feel it...