Monday, March 23, 2009
I spent Sunday with The Man, into this morning. One of the reasons I want to see as much of him as I can is because he's working himself into the ground. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he simply dropped dead one of these days.
He met me directly off a 43-hour marathon shift**, got a total of three hours sleep in two pieces, spent the day with me, and then Sunday night bowled 20 practice games, one ball after another, back and forth on two lanes.
He's crazy and getting crazier.
At least he slept well last night.
I want to wring his neck.
(** isn't that illegal?)
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