It's sad that what makes a good day off is when the alcoholic, who came in at 4:30 a.m. saying he wanted to sleep with me on the sofa...and finally went away because I didn't engage him at all, awoke at 10 a.m. to drink the day away. At 6 p.m. he decided to come bother me about going to dinner. He now slurs do bad he's unintelligible. Oh, because he's drunk- yet he still keeps talking. He wants me to take his shoes off... Like that would every happen. Finally he takes his own shoes and socks off, then his shirt... And passed out. His stomach is getting round again, even as he lost 10lbs. Woke up viewing his undying love, and how he was going to be the best and make us rich... We were going to dinner, he was going to take a shower...after he rested for a few minutes. And he's down for the count! Going going gone!
This, this little bit of guaranteed peace and quiet makes me deliciously happy. That and going to the park and sitting by a lake to read for my next certification. It is the little things- or there would be nothing. Too often it feels like there really is nothing, and no escape. I fight hopeless every day, and many a sleepless night.
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