I'm a creature of sentimental habit. For some 30 years, give or take, I've traveled a familiar road to a friend's home on occasion and routinely aligned what's playing with the name of the street before I turn right. It's something I do as often as possible, just like listening to New Years Day on January 01. Just like listing to ELO's Concerto for a Rainy Day on the first big storm each year. It's a ritual. I did it tonight while heading to an incredible dinner of Buratta caprice salad, steak, and grilled veggies. We watched "No Sudden Moves," and I could not have enjoyed it more. The art of filmmaking, cinematography, and set design was on full display. What an excellent film. What a work of art the meal and evening was. I needed a break from the chaos and cacophony that has been my existence since 2/22, and this was a welcome reprise. Tommy was in full-blown bucking bronco mode throughout the day, trying desperately, manipulatively, and cruelly to put the blame on anybody other than himself that his A4's repairs were anybody's responsibility other than his own. I did all I could to remain as grey rock and still waters as possible throughout the repeated instances of lamenting and scheming. Ultimately the realities set in, and at this point, he'll hopefully resolve it with less tension after taking a much-needed camping trip to Pinecrest with Carl and Eric. Work was good. I think I did well in my role and engagement. Lauren worked most of the day and will most of the weekend as well, so I'm taking tomorrow off so we can have some outing before then. Kathy and I had a good honest discussion about Linda, about Kathy's health and home demands, about the level of care necessary, and how she got to experience today some of the severe and concerning behaviors I've recently encountered myself. It's sad and tragic, and I can only do so much or expected to do so much. Still, en route home, I returned her multiple calls, and she seemed lucid, scared, and aware of the limited options before her. Although I tried to be encouraging, it's hard to do so, and it's essential, to be honest. "You're doing all you can" is about as optimistic as one can position it. It fucking sucks. I'd not wish this on anybody, and for all my issues with our marriage, this is not who or how I expected I'd start facing death in my sphere of connections.