Well another week comes to an end. But, hey, I am still alive. And so are all my besties. I can still leave my apartment. I can still leave my building. I can not leave the grounds. I wish I could get work release! Or time off for good behavior.
Working my little on brain cells to death trying to make an amusing video showing how hard everyone is working in Dining Services. So, what do they deliver me for Sunday Dinner? (And Sunday Dinner is special here at the Episcopalian Asylum.) At best, it looks like some sort of failed artwork. It did taste better than it looked.
Please Can you open this? Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! – being old isn’t easy. Even without coronavirus.
Gratitude
Grateful to have Carlton looking out for me. Helping me through these strange days. I do believe that I depend on Carlton more now than I did while he was still alive.
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