Don is at his mother’s right now.

He went over there this morning to talk to her and possibly his sister, who lives with their mother. He went over there to clear the air a bit, let them know how their words and their actions have hurt him. Not me. Him. He went over there because the situation has been, in his words, “festering”. And it’s been building up inside of him and making him crazy and tense and angry and upset.

I spoke to him this morning. He asked for a pep talk. I did my best. But I’m still scared of overstepping my bounds.

Since he’s not blogging anymore, you’re all going to have to be content with my re-telling. I’ll surely be back a little later to fill all of you in.

I’m crossing my fingers.

But not feeling the luck.

On a much cheerier note…

The washing machine worked this morning without needing to be re-adjusted! It was a big hooray for me. Which I realize is sad. But whatever….