motions

Friday, I surrendered and became a sous chef.  It was perfect.  Saturday, i got soaked in the rain, listened to Queen and the Clash, and drank me a redneck or two (1 shot Jim Beam, 1 Pabst Blue Ribbon). Also perfect.  Sunday, today, I went to a doggie halloween costume parade, thrift shopping with Michelle for costume materials, a bowl of bacon and lentil soup, and then Saw V.  It was once again, perfect. 

I am a bit unnerved by the things said between friends exclusively under the influence, the strange sadness that isn't owned-up to, and the fragility of the situation that does not allow for expeditious reconciliation. I'm working on it, laying down cables for communication and transparency.  Ears and eyes open. Now, back to work.