In the moment before...

My hands are slightly sticky and they reek of cooked rubber (from the yellow gloves). They're a little raw from the hot soapy water I used to do the dishes. I'm a kind of pissed at Sonny, but what else is new there? It's funny. As a kid, I used to hate being angry at anyone. I thought being angry at them meant that I couldn't like them anymore. That my anger marked them with a defriendshipizer pen or something. That may be the reason why I often lose my steam and 5 minutes after willing the sky to crumble on some one's head, I'm laughing with that person: I always believed there was a direct connection between the strength of our relationship and the length of time I remained sour. Well, as we can see, I am no longer afraid to remain angry with someone.

Sonny's a great guy. I love him dearly. But he likes to jab when he's restless and tired and cranky. He cuts a little deep sometimes, maybe deeper than he expected to with his bruise-easy wife. And we have the uncomfortable exchange of "sorries" and hugs later on in a different room of the house. The longer it keeps up the more predictable it'll get. And that can't be good.

Anyway, we're taking a short trip. Leaving tomorrow. 4 days away from Lorain. I can hardly wait. Although, lately, I've found a virtual (and I did say "virtual") best friend in my boss. The banter is easy, light, political (mostly me feeding from his massive database of obscure facts about our fabulous government *eyes roll*) and for the past few days, it's been consistent. I like listening to him. Most of what I do is listen, since I don't feel informed enough or intelligent enough to counter his remarks with my own commentary. And when I do, I just feel foolish. He's a brilliant guy and a fascinating human being. Not to mention as weird as all get out... which is right up my alley, that last one :) I almost think I'll miss my boss. Boy, is that weird.