Mood:  don't ask

It 's lovely to be back home. Really. I got picked up at 5.30 this morning just because someone didn't want to do his duties. And he didn't do them today either. He mostly sat there, drinking coffee or talking to people. When I actually asked for help, he told me he had to finish his conversation first. I was glad I had an excuse to get away for a while at least, to go and see my dear C for coffee, before I went back to complete chaos again. I'm sorry if I wasn't that much fun, hun.

He asked me if I could be there tomorrow as well, because he wanted to go ice fishing. Again. I told him to go...do things to himself.