I think he is going to drink himself straight thru this divorce. He is passed out with a pint of gin hidden under the bed, half gone.

well, I’m reclaiming it from the alcoholic mess that was here upon my return. Sticky floors, opened cans, knocked over lamps, smelly sheets, muddy tracked on floors. Just about got it done. Pine sol, frebreeze, elbow grease, and Downey. Gonna put on an old movie later, glass of ice tea. Making air fried pork chops and vegs for me later for dinner. Yum!