I have had a full day. I stayed engaged and present, cleaning my fans, what a difference that has made! I also gave my truck new lungs. Changed out a old filter for a new one, hopefully giving new breath.

I step on the dusty running board of that same truck to bump, on the potholed road, through the glaring sun. When I reach my destination I will disembark into the parking lot of a store. Purchasing some needed items.

I will think on how I got here. It’s been 18 months, but still new in the history of my life. I live in Central America! I volunteer at a cat sanctuary, visit friend’s that I have made, and try to keep occupied without numbing.

Lots of extra time on my hands, being retired. There’s always things that can be done, but that is predicated on the heat a lot of the time. Right now I spend time nursing Jefferson back to health, trying to slip him medication in cheese.

The deeper questions hide behind the day to day routine of walking, YouTube watching, cooking and washing my laundry. Am I still sexual at this age? Do I want a relationship? Do I need more in my life?

I am going to bed, perhaps in the refreshing dark I will find some answers.