Ok Snodderly: I know I analize too much, but I have to journal this because the behavior is just.....I don't know.
Big snow storm here. Kids got out early and I got off early at 3. H called me right as I got home. He said his work wasn't opening but he has some soup from there that we may like, so he wanted to drop it off.
The roads are not great, but I said it would be great if he dropped it off...but if the roads are bad...don't risk it. He did risk it. He came by with some wonderful soup.
He looked awful. He had a coffee cup and I know there was white russian in there...not coffee. He said he didn't sleep at all last night. I offered for him to stay because the roads are terrible, but he said he had to go. Had to shovel. He left and I could hear him start to choke up.
So, not sure what is up with H. Is it guilt, shame or what? Why risk your life in a bad storm to bring soap?
