Stress and Homeless Men

More people have visited today than usual. My parents are stressful, I love them dearly and it’s good stress, but stressful nonetheless. They brought food so one of my two sons came for lunch. Now I have my regular homeless friend at the table and another homeless man he just met. Gods help me. Oh I also drew a three foot tall markezuma today. I need to fast and take my pills and go to bed.