The dregs of my jet lag are making it so I sleep more deeply than is typical. I did wake up to a yelling fight but was in a liminal state and didn’t register that it was real until the next day when Sean’s hand was broken.
There were malo vibes in the house that morning though, so I should have known.
Noah and I went to mom’s to wash towels and watch Better Call Saul. We had a long family discussion about things in our lives that are unhealthy.
Noah stayed at mom’s and Sean didn’t turn up. Raerae had been texting us about late-fees and I offered to get an advance on my paycheck to help subsidize Sean’s rent. He somehow managed. Hopefully we’ll all somehow manage until the lease is up… and afterward.