I probably shouldn’t be shocked that strangers came through for me when they said they would. The neighborhood action team removed the futon and mattresses without needing anything further on my part. This is a good place to live.
In other news my morning is going pretty smoothly. My youngest son wanted a bath until he was actually in the bath. He’s had his meds but still seems a little dysregulated. If he had stayed in the bath I would have been able to get a soda from its hiding place. But alas I don’t want him to figure out where the soda is, so he’s out of luck.
Latter Day Sinner 