Sittin in the Great Room on a Sunday afternoon. Asked at front desk, but as of yet, no vacancies available and even if so only for another 6 days. Wheeled my white ass out to the drive-up, stabbed my thumb on an agave, and enjoyed some sun. Probably not quite enough, but...The reconstruction process has made me feel way too ungrounded. The moody lady at the front desk reminds me of Grandma F. No Brooklyn accent, but in her slightly annoyed and unsmiling demeanor. If I were the receptionist I might be like that.

Sometimes I remember my inner and outer resources. My capacity for learning is unlimited.