It's too late by the grave...

The work day is almost over. It's time for a blog moment. Perhaps I am a bit more chipper in the daytime. That does defeat the purpose of this blog stated way back when as my place to vent and spew and keep a portion of my friends away from that side of me and allow another portion of my friends to see that side of me.

Which portion is closer or dearer to me is up to individuals in each group to decide--not necessarily for me to.

One of my coworkers is turning 50 tomorrow. He is going through a horrid introspective time at the moment. I can't really say that I blame him at all. In the past twelve months, both his older brother and his father have passed away. He left the office quite upset a few minutes ago, caught in a torrent of wishing he had a better relationship with both his brother and his father and knowing he can't really do much about it now. He has a twin brother who is, well, a leech. He is willingly unemployed (on disability, but is perfectly able to do construction projects for cash under-the-table) and is constantly calling my coworker for money. My coworker is just vulnerable enough at the moment that I fear in his desire to have a relationship with his twin that he feels he missed with the rest of his family, he will let himself be used terribly.

I now have the Garnet Rogers song from which I pulled my title for this entry in my head. I was asking for it, I suppose.

OK, time to go home and then work out then home again to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. That has been very lacking these past few days. My non-spouse came over for a bit last night and we talked until late for the worn-out puppy I was feeling like last night.

Yeah, home. I swear it.