They paint and mow and look for any old folks that might have died. I'm cool with them but I was trying to get high. I'm the youngest person in the place I live. Everyone is really old, 70s + and foreign. Mostly Chinese and Russians trying to beat going to a nursing home. You should see some of them trying to walk and walk upstairs. The fire department is here every day. Some of them use sticks with hooks to reach people on the street level...that's how they interact. I had to put up a note for the stinky Russians to not smear their perfume in the main area. So far so good. That IS what they were doing. Some people here call them "the dirty sisters"
sitting in the big city getting wife's rav4 serviced. Was supposed to take me to breakfast but I couldn't get her sss out of bed, grumpy as usual, she is not a morning person. I guess the navy made a morning person out of me cause I had no choice. Hope all are well. Little does she know but she will be taking me to lunch.
- as if he was trying to tell me that he couldn't make it any further - so I picked him up and carried him in my arms home - where he almost looked unwell - might have been the shot giving him a touch of fever methinks - and we both slept soundly - from around 9pm-2.30am - when I woke up and thought that he might need to relieve his bladder - as I did mine - so took him outside around the apartment gardens - where he still seemed kinda lethargic - but did pee - then back up to the apartment where he slept like a log till 8am - and gradually came back to life - throwing his new squeaky toy around - I reckon yesterday must have been his most physical day ever - and he was just plum tuckered out - 
