Can I Sleep Now?

I had a very hard time doing anything at work, and didn't manage to do anything at all at home. I watched some Netflix but I couldn't tell you what. I shared a story with Chip about how boys used to be required to swim naked in Chicago schools. I thought he'd have enjoyed it, but it apparently brought back *very* traumatic memories of his Uncle taking 7 y/o him to a naked pool. I walked the line between self-deprecating humor and sympathy. He sent a really nice text: "You’re a tower of strength to your friends. Sorta an island in troubled seas. (And my God! do your friends troubled seas!)"