Good question, my friends. Good question.
Let's start with the good news. Brother started a new job this week. Brought in 2 roommates to help with the bills. Got "grounded" by a number of "friends" after a wayward night out, giving him ample nights at home to rethink and reassess. He claims he's shed a lot of baggage - possessions, people and the like and is eager to move forward. So, regardless of whether or not any or all of this is true, I'm thankful for the calm.
M. Dear sweet stressball M. I thought we had reached a point of balance there for a bit. I really did. That, or he was just getting good at shaking things off before he walked in the door at night. But we're back to the tossing and turning at night. The sighs before waking. He sent me a text the other day from work saying he was having spasms and couldn't make them stop.
Ok. At this point, my tolerance (low anyway) starts to wane and every bone in my body screams, shit or get off the pot, dude. Quit. Or don't quit. Figure it out.
He still hasn't figured it out.
So, we're still wading through that one. But there are some glimmers of hope on the horizon. One that could mean big changes for all of us. For once, I'm trying not to over share, so I'll leave it at that.
But as a consolation, I will also leave you this:
|This whole polar vortex thing blows. just blows.|