My sleep was problematic. Tommy's 1AM coming and goings, without showing any consideration of how doors closing and opening might awaken us, stands in stark contrast to the way I myself manage my own movement around the house. Part of me has a desire to go low, taking the "fuck me? well, fuck you" approach and abandoning consideration. Yet to what end? It models the wrong behavior, and sends the wrong message. Jennifer has reached that point with him where she has had it and harbors a great deal of disdain for his lies, deflection and entitlement to the point of aggressive actions meant to hold a line. I vasillate between grief and disgust with his lack of gratitude and consideration.
Anticipation: Hiking Quicksilver with Matt & Jen. Continuing writing chapter three while hopefully being able to maintain the pace and cadence, holding the reader's attention and interest as I work to introduce more of the key characters.
