home safe
He called at three in the morning from a friend's house where he was crashing after leaving late (because one or more members of the group wanted to stay a little late) and driving 12 hours strait on not enough sleep with a navigator who made several mistakes. Presumably, they were rushing home rather than getting a hotel because some members of the party wanted to get to work on Monday morning. He was too wiped out to notice his phone wasn't on. Fortunately, he was able to stay between the white lines.
So I was right to worry. He was doing something stupid and dangerous.
I'm so glad he's safe that I couldn't yell at him for more than a few minutes. I was shaking and crying too much. I'm a wimp. I know it. I just hope he's able to never do this again without me rubbing his nose in it and putting him in his crate. Which he richly deserves. I'm a lousy man-trainer. I know it.
Be that as it may, no married man should be putting Game above his obligation to return whole and safe to his wife.
So I was right to worry. He was doing something stupid and dangerous.
I'm so glad he's safe that I couldn't yell at him for more than a few minutes. I was shaking and crying too much. I'm a wimp. I know it. I just hope he's able to never do this again without me rubbing his nose in it and putting him in his crate. Which he richly deserves. I'm a lousy man-trainer. I know it.
Be that as it may, no married man should be putting Game above his obligation to return whole and safe to his wife.