September 15, 2007
Tom came in last night in a rush, trying to rent a car moments before the rental agencies closed. He was trailing a dozen other demons and furies, and I tried to fix things, drowning myself in the process such that I was in tears in a restaurant with him a couple hours later. I had it that bad three times last month. It is a warning to slow down and take things slower, and perhaps to take fewer things. I tried to tell him the same thing about his own stress level, but it wasn’t sticking to his head.