The Sunday morning rituals are done and I know that the world is still one big fucked up marble.

Today my parents are coming down and we are having Dylan’s birthday party at a nearby bowling alley. Should be a good time even though we are not sure how many kids are coming. His whole class was invited but we have not heard back either way from 8 of the kids so who knows. We’re ready though so we shall see.

Yesterday added to the shitty string of days I was having. This time not work stuff but outside of work stuff. A new initiative I’m working on. Just sucked and had me all sorts of frustrated which I didn’t need on a Saturday. Oh well, it won’t get me that frustrated again. I refuse to allow it.

Checked in on Big Mike last night. He’s still not doing well and will be in the hospital for a few more days at least. I hope his body kicks in and starts kicking his ass soon. I know how much being idle drives him nuts and this has got to be getting to him. Then again all the morphine most likely has him in a pretty damn good haze right about now.

I can hear Laura just stopped the shower. Guess it’s my turn.