It's is fifteen degrees outside. I set up my tent and threw my sleeping bag inside. Nightfall came with Rosa anxiously awaiting what I would do.
"I can't do it," I told her of sleeping outside as I grinned. "I just can't forego my warm bed for this."
"Good," she replied. "I was really going to question your mental health if you did."
I laughed. It did sound kind of crazy didn't it?
Charlie came last night for the last time to bring my medications.
"Charlie," I told him. "I've had the best two days of my life as far as me doing well and none of my family was around to see it. Isn't that just my luck? They only see when I am doing badly."
Charlie laughed and said, "Me and you have the same luck! Nobody ever gives a shit about me. Join the crowd."
It has been very pleasant having Charlie come every night. He always brings a bag of fast food and a twelve pack of diet cokes. It happened every night. Last night he brought me two Big Macs, an apple pie, and some fries. One of the sandwiches I gave to Rosa which she hungrily ate. We split the apple pie and munched on the extra large fries for the rest of the night. Little things like this make life so pleasant and worth living.