Dawn Is Me

I only wish I could.

Gino’s depressed.

No, I mean he’s really depressed. As in, clinically depressed and probably in need of medication.

We have no money right now, so it’s going to be difficult to get him the help he needs. My job is to do what I can to help him hold on so he doesn’t go suicidal on me. That would be bad. I wouldn’t like that at all.

Never mind how I found this out. Suffice it to say this was the professional opinion of … well … a professional.

About all I’ve managed to do with this information is to realize that Gino really is out of commission and to sort of get myself organized to run the family for awhile. And that’s okay, I don’t mind. If giving him a bit of breathing space is the best I can do for him under the circumstances, I’m perfectly willing to do what I can.

But I’ll be really glad when he’s back. I miss him.

I just heard this float out of Gino’s office on the air waves.

“You can’t hit all those porn sites in one day, you gotta pace yourself.”

This is how my husband talks to his clients. I suppose that’s why they love him.

Gino likes to discuss the news with his clients, as a sort of way to shoot the breeze and engage in “customer relationship marketing.” Today, he’s been discussing this news story:

A Russian astrologer sued NASA for whacking a comet Sunday with its Deep Impact probe. Marina Bai claims the impact on comet Tempell “ruins the natural balance of forces in the universe,” according to the newspaper Izvestia. Bai seeks damages of $300 million — about what the mission cost — for her “moral sufferings.” She told the paper that the experiment would “deform her horoscope.” Sciencetists claim the crash did not significantly alter the comet’s orbit around the sun and say the experiment poses no danger to Earth. But what do those science types know? Maybe the reader senses a bad moon rising.

(o/~ There’s a bathroom on the right … o/~ — okay, who besides me thought that’s what the words to the song were?)

I guess when it comes to injecting something interesting into the working day, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.