Tommy completed scuba certification, and the tension of the past few days finally broke. We talked quite frankly. I'm only just remembering he's almost 18, direct discussions are still new. Our topics ran from Talon related blowups to harassing his mother about her Pilot when she's in the state she's in. We both fought our fights, and stood our ground, while admitting to some degree of responsibility. I more than he, I believe. We agreed to disagree and disucsoins included the decision that he'll move back to pano. Something neither of us want (Jen/I). He's here for tonight, by all accounts, so we'll see how it plays out. Next week is Catalina which I expect to be a good break for he and I. He's going trough so fucking much and pressing it down. It's clear. And it's hard for me to keep that in my forethoughts. It has to be, for his sake, as he's a really great person underneath the angst and anger. Aqui dinner on the patio, fire pit, wife dogs and kids. Make every effort to calmly work with Tommy on clearing the car and starting laundry, and I feel good about the results. I heed to pick battles, defend the highlands and accept the fluxusation of the rest. Linda called a lot today but she's relying a lot on her friends and family to offset the tedium of being bedridden. What a nightmare this whole experience has been. I'm numb to it more offend than not but it's