yeah, its me again. he just called...sounded totally normal on the phone. he's a nut job, I tell you, a nut job. or knows me well enough that he knows I'm not going to say anything either, so figures that if the storm just blows over, it will be easier all around. nothing resolved, mind you, but civil. hopefully he's not planning on an ow/kids ambush.
when he called I was in the midst of turning his office into an art room for the kids. he liked that idea a lot, actually. then he told me he took a bunch of stuff when he was here yesterday...his bottle of whiskey, another inscribed bottle, his pictures and such...all to decorate his new office. doh! guess I should have thought of that. as he put it, he's never going to drink them, and they are inscribed and look nice, etc. I think I was still riding the waive of the insanity of yesterday. I wonder if he has a picture of ow on his desk? blech. shudder. hope not.
well, so that answers that. off to the gym, and off to get my mind off of him. sorry for going on and on...as my friend points out, I tend to boil rather quickly these days...then boil out and the calm returns. (as opposed to h, who simmers for a long time then finally boils)
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"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
