Monday 10/29/07
A call from State Farm before I’ve had my tea, changing my appointment. After oatmeal, which I’ve managed to make every morning, as though I had a home, I organize for the day, finish laundering my new-hand-me-down clothes, which I refer to as my ash clothes because I only got them to spare the few things I have left from the ash pile which was my home.
Off to the disaster center with the folding stool from my daughter in case I have to stand in line at the American Red Cross.