November 10, 2021

• Nut kicks galore.

  Had not a bad day working. I closed it down early to go with Ty and Flash to the visitation of my dead buddy.

  Saw dead buddy's wife and three girls. Bummed out. Talked with mother and sister. Super bummed. Then my ex shows up (dead buddy's sister's friend from high school). Not helping my bummer feeling one bit. Then Ty gets a message that one of his employees is dating a guy who just positive tested for the WuFlu. So instead of having the after-visitation round or two of commiserating booze over dinner, he is distracted trying to rework his entire staff's schedule to cover using his mobile phone. And Flash brings up that he had to take a second job to cover while he waits in administrative law hell, hoping to have his state licensing re-instated. Fucking fun goddam night.

  Fucking shit. How long do I lay awake thinking about all this shit? It is so bad that, on Friday, Ty is going to Indy, but his return is o'dark thirty Sunday morning. Do I have to spell it out? There is not even a goddam Yats run on the horizon to make everything okay.

  Friday night, Chris and I might put away a premium bottle of bourbon over a few games of chess. But even that doesn't completely scrub the nerves numb, because I will probably still need to drive home after. I might have to pop for an in-town Uber. Do I need an app for that? Jokes.

  Niece is on the phone. Maybe that can cheer me up.

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