Ron has been yelling, shouting, and cursing "in pain". Mixing pain pills and alcohol. "Maybe I should take another one". Bit my head off when I offered to help him. Cursed me out verbally asking "What I do for him".
I told him if he kept it up, he would find out, as he'd be working by himself today.
I was hunting all over for our wet weather stuff, some umbrellas and a poncho. I looked in the garage.
Remember, weeks ago, I didn't get all my stuff on the Walmart delivery? Turns out I did, they just put it in an odd place. I threw out the TV dinner (LOL) and brought the rest into the house. When I did that Biscuit got out into the garage. I had to chase him, I was very angry. I did manage to catch him, I think he was playing. I feel bad about that but I couldn't have him in the garage when we opened the door.
I probably made enough noise to wake #6, a bonus I guess. Biscuit isn't happy.
Ron is muttering to himself and dropping curses like the rain falling outside. He doesn't know it's raining yet.
Well, I offered to go in by myself. He said no.
I just wish he would stop attacking me when he's in pain. Right now I am glad he is hurting, he is being so hateful.
I had probably better go up front to watch or our ride. It is heavy enough the driver isn't going to want to come out and knock on our door.
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