Work...and play.

Yesterday was another incredibly busy day at work, but fortunately it was at least Friday. Plus, I had somthing to look forward to -- attending a play Friday night with a close friend. When I went home first, to drop off my backpack and put on something warmer, there was mail for Lionel. I guess that will continue for awhile. His income tax forms, which reminded me of how I used to always help him fill out his tax forms. He never got a refund...but I think it gave him a feeling of accomplishment.

Any tax refund he was due automatically went towards back child-support. He complained, but I don't think he really minded that much. It gave him a strange sense of connection.

Leaving for the play I realized that this was this was the first social event I'd attended in D.C. since rushing Lionel to the hospital back in October...it felt kind of funny, but I enjoyed the play and I know I needed the break.

When I got home it was late. I was tired and didn't bother to turn on the television as the news had already gone off. It was quiet, which made it hard to sleep. If it's too quiet I start to think. And right now, there's only one thing I ever seem to think about.