It’s Christmas and I am working

I have a patient tonight for 3 hours. I figure It’s just me that I have to worry about, of course I can take Christmas to make sure someone who needs gets the care they need.

I am at a friend’s house today. He took his Alzheimer’s Mother and his Autistic son to his dead girlfriend’s house to spend the day with her family. And tomorrow he takes his dog in to be put down.

I have nothing to bitch about. I worry over my friend, and he worries over me. We love each other however we’re not gay. However, we understand each other. That’s the love everyone needs, having a least one person that understands what you are going through.

My friend listened to me for years as I took care of my parents just about every night when I came over to his place.

Now he understands what I went through, and I do understand what he is going through.

I am still living in my car. Oh well. I figure by February 1st I will have a place. So, I have about 5 weeks to make sure I am living indoors.

I’m going to miss the daily routine of the park. I walk around 15 miles a day just to give me something to do. My endurance is getting better. My legs are getting stronger. Now that I have food stamps, I can eat on a regular basis.

I understand I did this to myself. I needed to learn if I could make it, so I took the trip and here I am.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.