Wolfman Tango Foxtrot
I am in Helenwood. My truck is out of the shop. I am elated. And broke. Slow mornings are unavoidable here, which is good. There is always a heavy dew that has to burn off before I can mow or cut weeds. And really I doesn't get very sunny here before 10. Gives me time to drink coffee on the porch and fight back intrusive thoughts about adulting. James had his first round of chemo yesterday. They won't let non patients stretch out in the treatment room so I had to sit in a chair. For four hours. I was next to the window and had a wall to lean on. Plus, I went down to the truck and stretched out a couple of times. I spent too much time laying around being depressed about James that I screwed up my hip. Now I have a kink to work out. At least I know how to fix it.
