Work was uneventful. Then I went to my meeting after and that was small but good.
Craziness from the FWiB, this morning at 2:14 he called me, apparently at the instigation of his wife, so drunk he could barely talk. He had fallen again and hit his head I think. I called him this afternoon and he didn't remember it. The call I mean. He seemed woozy still. Don't know if he was still drunk or if maybe he had a concussion. But I don't get why she had him call me like that. To shove it in my face what she's going through? Too much to think about, or write on my phone. Bed now, hope there are no more nocturnal calls.