Evening, couch.

I am home from supper. Just my father came. His wife came down with a stomach bug and stayed home. I feel bad she is sick, as being sick is no fun...but, thank goodness I didn't have to deal with her.

Dad ordered a beer with dinner without asking me if I would mind paying for it. Luckily at the restaurant we went to it is only 50 cents more than a soda. Unlike my grandma when I took her out for her birthday ordering 2 martinis ($6 a piece). I know I shouldn't limit people when I am treating, but really, wracking up bill with alcohol?!?

I almost slapped the waitress though. When she brought the bill, she saw me pull out my wallet. I pay, she takes it to get change. When she brings it back, she sets it in front of my dad and says "thank you, sir, you have a good evening". Luckily my dad told her it wasn't his money as he passed it across the table to me. Just really?!? Oh well, maybe I am reading too much into it.

I got the letter from new T today. It didn't say much besides what I was seeing/feeling/thinking, was not what her intentions were and that we would discuss it next session.