Yesterday I made a trip to a funeral home here in Seattle, an affiliate to the one in Virginia that handled my mom's body; I had to sign a release for cremation.
I was accepted into a housing program for recently homeless and people who are also working on recovery (sobriety). I don't know how long it will be until a room opens up, so I call and check in with them every day, waiting for a vacancy.
I feed the gulls, I take cough syrup, I read. Today is spray day again at the shelter. A fumigation lock-out until about 4:00 p.m. In the morning's frazzle I left my cell phone and meds in my locker. I'm killing time until I can get back in and then I'll probably burrow into my bunk and sleep for a while.
Need to log off the library computer now, so this is just a passing hello.