IT'S FRIDAY AGAIN, ALREADY!

     Doug is well! We teamed up to get out of there by 2 o'clock, and everything ran like a top. I made 25 sack lunches, 25 PBJ sacks and 12 breakfasts sacks, and Doug made dinner. Then we plated dinner, washed dishes, wiped down the sinks and counters, and he mopped. It was a good day!
     Only a half dozen residents came for a sack lunch. I hardly noticed them.
     Kevin visited us again today. He pounded on the back door to ask Doug for a cup of coffee. Doug invited me out to meet Kevin who stood there a bit wobbly and wrapped in a floor-length, black coat. His wobbliness appears to be a mild physical disability. Aside from getting coffee, Kevin was busy organizing his things on our back steps and up on the porch. He was quick to tell me that some bad guys had stolen all his money, never missing a beat with organizing bits of this and that. Doug explained later that Kevin's money is the pebbles he collects from around the sidewalks. He had an assortment of bits and pieces of debris laid out on a step, carefully going through it. He spoke of many things and nothing at all. He's not old—perhaps 40; he has a neat gray goatee and very nice teeth. Those are the extent of Kevin's wealth.