Day three of TIjuanarama

It is soooooo good to be back in Tijuana.

I really needed a break from the roommate.

And, of course, there was a development after I left.

He wants to make sure he is OK and that the aftermath of his past has not resulted in heart issues.

Fine.

He thinks the ONLY solution is to run to Gualdalajara to see a cardiologist and have open heart surgery.

He then spoke with his mom, who asked the $64,000 question.

"Why don't you get it looked at in the US with a local MD that is covered by your insurance?"

MELTDOWN TIME!

He went into that mode and ranted for three hours about how uncaring his mother is because she DARED suggest an alternative strategy.

It seems every time things don't go his way that is the result - even for the most trivial of stuff.  I suspect that these actions will be his undoing if he doesn't recognize that these stunts are doing more harm than good.

But he will have to figure that one out for himself and we will see how that develops.

In the meantime, it is good to be back in Tijuana and I will work and work on planning for the impending Trumpocolypse.

Have a good week.