It was a kinda tough day. Soldier-son broke down on the road from North Carolina to Alaska, and me no way to help, except supportive text messages. Grandson's baby-mamma broke up with her latest live-in boyfriend (who provided monthly money), so I inherited 4 children (7-12) and a weeping 30-year old female for the rest of this week and next.

Then MJ died. I saw what I thought were posts/threads that violated the backroom's "no bash 'til the funeral" rule and tried to bring about order. But failed.

In my frustration, amplified by real-life, I admit I got nasty and overly-critical. I regret that. And apologize for it.

No excuses, I messed up there. Sorry.

That is all.

Thanks for your time.