Bacon

J has come back from NYC stressed beyond belief and proceeded to snap at all of us when he walked in last night. I don't really know what to do in these situations, apart from feeling magnificently guilty at not contributing more to the bringing home of the proverbial bacon. I figure that if I hole up in my office with the dogs he won't see me, won't know I'm here, and hence won't pick a fight. It's just not worth it any more, anyway. Today is N's last day of school and his final Exhibition. He will present his senior project at 10am. I am lumpy. I don't want any of this to cloud the day. I gotta work on the bacon thing though.