Anyway, I am sort of going beserk because it is 9:30 and he is not back. I called him a while back (cell has dead battery he says) and told him with a sweet voice: "I am going to bed, I left you dinner in the oven and there are mushroom kabobs on the stove" but inside I am trying to supress the 'Friday evening and he is out, where will he be' thing.
Good thing is with all the stress I could only eat one of my beefsteaks with gratin cheese. Saved 230 cal there!
OK me, repeat slowly: 'You have no control over what he does; you can only control what you do' Breathe. Repeat again. Breathe. Feel better. Go to bed.
Tomorrow will be another day. And we are going to look up kayaks!
Good nite y'all
"You don't throw a whole life away just 'cause it's banged up a little"
Tom Smith in "Seabiscuit"
