The morning floof looks like I needed him last night when I couldn’t sleep.
Good morning.
The shower has been had, and next up is a letter to Charlie.
He called yesterday. He’s as depressed or worse than Gonzo. They can’t use the laundry facilities on property, they have no place in the shade to sit (the nice covered gazebo we had has given way to a stupid thing that has vertical beams that let all the sun in) they finally have a drop box for their rent, but there is no way to access the community room (The LOBBY) for the TV, no more drink and snack machines; drug addicts, prostitutes ans ne’er-do-wells have moved in, and Charlie is just getting tired of living there.
I’m glad I moved, but I wish I could have talked him into filling out an application for here. I tried, knowing what was coming, but he was afraid to move. “The devil you know,” and all that.
Good morning, all.
Happy Friday.