It was just one day. And there has been one other day like that, for a total of two since DrBob started working in London last September. Two days in five months, that can happen to anybody. It’s not the permanent state of our relationship. It was just exhausting while I was in it, is all.
Not as exhausting as the phone call I had with DrBob afterward, though. Apparently, it’s very stressful for him when the Sniglet and I fight. Poor thing.
He gets in from London around 3pm. His father’s picking him up from the airport. I’m going to work in Munich, and I’ll be home late. Maybe by then I will be over the urge to break his jaw.
Song du jour of the day: Stand Back, by Stevie Nicks.