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The cough and some of the exhaustion stayed through all of Tuesday. But it was also the last working day in 2022, so I was excited to have some time off. And while it was a setback to put off the colonoscopy, I was thrilled, slightly guilty, that I had some unplanned day to enjoy in the wind-up of 2022.

The morning started at 6:15, with me deciding that I could sleep longer and nearly until 8! So I got going and managed to have coffee (liberal Equal Exchange brand), cinnamon-raisin toast, and a banana for breakfast while enjoying an hour of status meetings. Then, finally, I gleefully put in my out-of-office reply and set it to start at 5PM and go until next year’s first Tuesday.

My last status meeting on a performance issue was canceled as all the engineers and architects were already on paid time off (PTO). Thus, I instead showered and got dressed. After checking, the big project was beginning to slow down, and I was not needed for a few hours; I headed out to see Susie.

I stopped by Safeway and got some flowers. The holiday traffic was thick and slow across Beaverton. I watched the traffic camera flash as folks took the light late. I have recently paid over $300 for a Beaverton Police portrait myself in Air Volvo and was careful not to accidentally run the light.

Aside: I have daydreamed of wearing a Nixon mask, ‘driving’ a homemade cardboard car, and running through the intersection at 4AM or so, getting my photo taken with a ‘f**k you’ as my license plate number on my paper car. But I just don’t have the guts yet, to do it. It would also waste important police resources and so just a dream…But it is the Pacific Northwest with Darth Vader on a unicycle playing bag pipes that shoot fire in Portland, hum.

Returning to the narrative, Lucille was the nursing aide for today, and Susie had decided to rest after lunch instead of being in her recliner in the shared space living room. So I pulled up Susie’s wheelchair, slid the crash pad back under her bed (Susie fell out of bed before and thus always has a crash pad out when alone in the room), and sat with her. Susie was tired–she usually takes two days to recover from a busy day (Sunday was church and the Christmas party).

Susie loved her new flowers. We then called her mother and reached her on the second try. Leta and Susie discussed Leta’s Christmas travel plans, mostly driving, and that the weather there was going to become nasty in Michigan. Here, we expect a snowstorm on Thursday through Friday, just missing a White Christmas. As the schools are out and folks are on holiday, we will miss out on the snowmageddon traffic snarl that is so spectacular here (Susie and I took a three-hour trip to Beaverton and back during the last one).

Susie did nod off during the call–this is a new thing with Susie. I had to make it a short visit as it was still a working day. Also, I did not want to expose Susie to my coughing, both not risking her getting this but also it worries her. I left with a kiss and let Susie sleep some more.

I drove slowly through the holiday traffic and avoided flashing lights. Finally, I was home in the early afternoon. I checked, and so far, the project was ramping down to just a few items that needed to be done, and none of mine. The house was cold, and I had re-programmed the thermostat to run at 66F (19C) on work days, but I was home and set it back up.

I did the dishes and started the dishwasher, which will warm the kitchen. I then started on a dinner/lunch. I fried sliced mushrooms (not crowding them like Julia Childs says) in olive oil. Next, I fried sweat Johnson Company Italian-styled sausage (the locally made version, Olympia Provisions, is too harsh for my taste) in another pan. I heated Paul Newman’s Sockaruni tomato-based sauce in another pan. When the mushrooms started to brown on one side, I carefully flipped each one–well, most of them. I then lowered the heat to just warm and combined the crumbled and browned sausage bits with the mushrooms, which then boiled in the oil (physics says then you decompress, you release heat) and stirred them to not over brown (burn). I added the sauce to the same pan, and it boiled too, and I stirred until it started to combine. I set this on very low heat, but it did boil for a while, and I did stir. I cooled the pan I cooked the sausage in with running water, grabbed another pan to make pasta, and put it on the stove with water and salt. I was out of burners.

The orecchiette pasta is my favorite, and it takes longer to cook than you expect. It is also tricky to test as the little ‘ears’ fill with water and will dump hot water on you if you are not careful when you grab one to try. A few of the ears did stick together, but I liked a bit of chewy pasta, so I dumped it when it tasted cooked. I then combined all the items into the pasta cooking pan. I had a marvelous lunch. I packed the rest as leftovers in the glass wear that Gene and Glenda got me a few months ago.

I did some research on digital music formats. I learned that there is a special MusicXML standard to encode printed music. I looked at what was available in Python, and there were interfaces to read and write to the format. There was even a MIDI conversion to play the music but not display it. Apparently, the rendering was left to purchased packages and a few open packages. Unfortunately, no Python rendering engine could show the music in the traditional paper format. Still thinking about this.

I found it interesting that music can be encoded in XML format. I have considered the XML a near AI-like use as it creates a context for information. What else is intelligence but providing context to the information?

Guides to Music Formats, USA Government

I went back to watching email, text, and Slack channels for work, but the coughing got worse. I took various meds and finally took an anti-coughing prescription. I was soon sleepy and went to read more of the Poppy Wars. I was out at about 4ish and woke again at 7PM!

I got up and started watching the rest of the animated film, The Rise of the Guardians, a holiday movie and one of the first digital animated features. I had cheese and crackers with a bit of shaved ham. The coughing was non-stop.

I tried to rest and find that sleep. The dream before was not pleasant. I was with Susie on a subway, trying to get home for the holidays. Susie got on a train, and the doors closed before I could get on. I discovered I had no ticket and had to find a ticket machine. Then, I could not find a matching train that Susie had taken. I was searching for the ticket machine and Susie’s train. Not a restful sleep! Sleep did not come.

Instead of resting, I grabbed my stamp collection and all the purchases for the last few months. I put the new stamps in their places, filling some cheaper-to-fill locations. I did acquire at an impossibly low price a Scott 1 American stamp as a Christmas gift. Unfortunately, I could not find the matching Scott 1 Confederate stamp (beat-up and cheap due to the condition), so that might wait until next Christmas. I did find the new Columbian $5 1892 stamp that I also acquired at an auction at a low price (not cheap, but low compared to the retail $3,750 usual price for mint). It is a proof stamp from the sets supplied to the post office in 1892 (instead of the posters you see now) to show the new stamps. Proofs, like coins, are perfectly printed versions but not valid for use in the mail. I find the proofs are often priced a 1/10 of the original, are in perfect condition, and are rarer than the original. Who would not want that?

Note: I put a link to the Swedish Tiger site for stamps for those who would like to see these stamps. The proof I have is often thinned by sanding, perforated by hand, and then sold as the original–a counterfeit you must watch out for in these insanely expensive USA stamps. The site has an example of one of these.

I went back online and found some still cheap spots not filled, bid on cheap stamps to fill that, and sort of stocking stuffers for myself.

It may not be your thing, but it distracted me from coughing, and adding all these items to my collection album was fun. I still use the now slightly beat-up, USA stamp album Leta bought for me years ago. I also have an antique partial USA Revenue album I bought partially filled (at an excellent price) and have been adding to it for years. I added my old original Harris Album (from so far back I will not want to calculate the age of those pages) for the Confederate and Canal Zone. I thus collect all USA stamps now.

After that, I tried to sleep, but sleep did not come. So I went out to the garage and got my old radio I rebuilt. Unfortunately, the last time I worked on it, something went wrong, and I ran out of time to work on it. That was in 2019. Well, there have been a few years of crazy that I did not plan for (as obviously, neither did world governments have a plan), but I really wanted it to work.

I have removed the high-voltage tubes and the ruined mono-speaker in the radio with new digital components and set an LED display behind the original glass. Now we are running on a fun (and safe) 5V DC, and the components mostly have that regulated down to a stable 3.3 volts. The stereo amplifier can make the speakers loud at 5V. The display works, and the speakers and amplifier work with it, plugging nicely into my Apple. Testing the software and the volume control works which are programmed. Unfortunately, there appears to be a software issue as I checked the simple wiring to the breakout of the radio chip: Si4703. This chip is the base for all those expensive radios you see for sale (most of those high-end radios are an expensive antennae and overpriced analog to digital conversion of the nobs and buttons). The breakout is about $25 at Sparkfun. The mini pro Arduino is $11 and is also a Sparkfun product that runs everything and even could regulate the power (a really cool tiny board smaller than an American quarter). The amplifier is also from Sparkfun, another $11.

I looked at it in detail, waiting for sleep to come. I managed to get tired (finally), went to bed again, and finally slept around 2ish.

It is the twentieth day of Advent, and I thought we should go with the song Wonderful Christmastime.

Thanks for reading. Sorry, this is a bit late, but I slept in and wrote without a time bracket. I wrote until I was done.

Feel free to call or send cards. Susie resides at:

Allegiance Senior Care

Adult Foster Care Home

9925 SW 82nd. Ave.

Portland, Oregon 97223

The house phone number: (503) 246-4116

I started the biz day by calling the colonoscopy people and moving mine to March 2023. I will not risk it with the nasty cough and breathing issues. I had managed to sleep but woke exhausted, and my coughing was back in an hour after getting going.

I woke with my alarm at 6:15 and got going at 7ish, took a shower, and got going in a rush. I had a Zoom meeting at 8:05 and a Physical Therapy appointment at 10, so no break to get ready. I managed some raisin cinnamon toast and liberal coffee as the first meeting started. After that, status meetings went on for ninety minutes, and I had to head out to make my PT in Bethany right after they ended.

I made my appointment, and we just talked. Michael, the PT guy, suggested some more exercises. I also talked about my adventures moving Susie into the car, and he will offer some core exercises to help with that. I am happy so far as the pain has mostly stopped, and I seem to be able to control the pain and balance issues with the stretches and excises. I wish the cough and wheezing would halt so I could focus on the stretching and exercises.

I returned home and checked work. Nobody needed me. I rested a bit by reading and enjoyed more coughing jags. The coughing was wearing me out.

I was not interested in eating much but headed to Panera Bread at Ceder Mills in Beaverton on the way to Susie. I had a chicken almond entire sandwich and some French onion soup. The soup and sandwich made me feel a bit better.

Next, I headed slowly in heavy holiday traffic across Beaverton. I eventually reached the hummingbird house. Susie was delighted to see me. She had gotten up late and had just been put in her recliner in the shared living room. Jennifer, the nursing aide who lives there, got us a tiny piece of leftover pumpkin pie from the party on Sunday. I then helped Susie eat some; it is easy to eat and delicious–a good combination. I had some too.

We also called Leta, Susie’s mother, who had just got back from a doctor’s appointment. Her labs were good. We chatted about various holiday items for a bit on FaceTime.

Soon, my short trip needed to end. With a kiss, I left Susie resting in her chair. Susie worried about my cough as I could not hide it.

The traffic was snarled on the way back. I stopped at Safeway, after debating this as I was tired and grumpy and feeling very grinch-like, to get food and some supplies for holiday cooking. The required ham, spiral cut, is acquired. The makings for my version of pumpkin pie were purchased. I also got various soups to help with the cold. I bought makings for salad as I love salad. Pasta with sausage in a Paul Newman sauce is now possible. Again, I also paid $10 to support folks who cannot afford food–I try to do that every time I buy stuff at Safeways. It was not a massive load of groceries, but it was $200 (the ham was 35, and the cans of sweetened condensed milk were $3.50). Yes, living in the Pacific Northwest is not cheap.

I unloaded the car and put away the stuff. I then returned to work and followed along until about 4ish. After that, I read for a while.

I heated up the Lobster Bisque soup I got for dinner and had that with a bowl of potato chips with it. It seemed the right match. I watched Stranger Things on Netflix while eating, but I still can’t say I recommend the show.

I then read more of the book Poppy Wars and am becoming less enchanted with it. However, we will see if I decide to continue with the series. I might just be grumpy.

I have been fatigued all day and coughing non-stop. I will try to get some rest and decided to stay home tonight–I usually have a dark beer at Wildwood Taphouse on Monday night.

It is the 19th day of Advent, and we should do something from the Nutcracker: The Russian Dances.

Thanks for reading.

Feel free to call or send cards. Susie resides at:

Allegiance Senior Care

Adult Foster Care Home

9925 SW 82nd. Ave.

Portland, Oregon 97223

The house phone number: (503) 246-4116

I could sleep last night and started this morning, not coughing and stumbling into the morning like last week. Today I felt like at least I walked into the morning. I felt much better, but I knew not to set my hopes too high, and by 9ish, the cough and wheezing started to resurface.

It is Sunday, and I planned to get Susie to church today and then quickly leave the church and get back for the Allegiance Christmas party. I first wrote the blog for Saturday, which took most of my spare time; while not an extensive piece, it was still a thousand words. Producing 1K words that are reasonably correct and at least readable is about a two-hour job for me.

Writing could be three or even four hours when I was on chemo and telling the story of my long, slow days while enjoying cancer treatments. But then, the clock seemed to spin forward like a horror or sci-fi movie. I have completed it in less than two hours on most days.

Breakfast was Karen’s (from church) breakfast bread with raisins and cinnamon swirls, buttered, with liberal coffee made in the French Press. And then I was headed out. I remembered the little collections of gold, frankincense, and myrrh I got from Esty as gifts.

The trip to the hummingbird house was easy in light traffic on Sunday morning in Beaverton. When I got there, we had a little traffic jam with various folks wanting to park near the house. We arranged that, and I hopped out of Air Volvo and set up for boarding Susie. Anassa, the nursing aide on for the weekends, had Susie ready and in her coat. After putting a belt on her, I wheeled Susie out and lifted her into the car. I am not as good as the nursing aides and need the belt to have something to hold on to. I loaded the wheelchair, which is heavy, and got in the car to start some coughing and nose blowing. Susie was concerned, but I recovered, and Air Volvo reached First United Methodist in Beaverton without any scrapped paint or breaking any laws (I think).

We disembarked from Air Volvo, but I managed to kick the stool under the car (!?), but I recovered it after crawling on the ground. Susie was more concerned now. We managed to reach the church service as it was starting.

The music was traditional Christmas music, and Susie sang along. The sermon was about the passage in Mathew about the fruit of good works. Pastor Ken Wytsma traced the Golden Rule and covered that it was not about not doing harm but actively doing what is right for people. It was not evangelizing and forgetting about love and caring, counting the number of saved souls instead of feeding the poor.

Susie was still wrapped up in a coat, and it was warm in the church, highly unusual, and when Ken started to preach, she began to lean forward and fall asleep. I had to wake her a few times and ask her to lean back in her wheelchair. This was not that Ken’s words were not interesting; Susie now sleeps easily–it is a new thing.

When the sermon was done, I rolled Susie back to the coffee area and got her some coffee. She was safe as she held on to the table and stopped falling asleep. Bill got her some hot spiced cider, and she was happy there.

I managed to give the gifts to Dondrea and Howard. I told them the gold, frankincense, and myrrh were from the wiseguy.

Dondrea with flowers for Susie. I also got a basket of goodies. Thanks!

After a short time, I moved Susie back to Air Volvo and managed to perform the boarding procedure without severe incidents or having to crawl under the vehicle. We found the Sunday mall traffic but arrived at the hummingbird house as the party was getting going. Michelle, who runs the Alliegenece, and all her staff were there.

I called Leta, Susie’s mother, during the party. She was happy to see everyone, and Michelle chatted with Leta on FaceTime for a moment. Santa came by, and we ensured that Santa knew we had been good that day. We also called Cat as she had Covid and is isolated in her room, staying with her parents, and hopes to pass a Covid test and be released for Christmas activities. So it was good to FaceTime with her for a few moments.

There was plenty of food, and we played a fill-in-the-blank for Christmas song lyrics (Susie got 17/20). Also, they gave you a jingle bell, and if you said ‘Christmas,’ they took it. One person managed to gain two more bells. Susie was looking tired by the time the party was ending. I headed out with a kiss after the party. I was tired too.

The cough was back, but the wheezing was much reduced. Due to my terrible cough, Dungeons and Dragons was canceled today to prevent anyone (we have at least two people with reduced immune systems) from getting my cold. So I was free for the rest of the day.

I read more of the Poppie Wars and tried to slow the cough by resting a bit. Repeating lifting the wheelchair and poping Susie in and out is a workout for me. Returning to the book, I was surprised when the girl in the story took a drug to destroy her womb so she would not have month cycles–not writing, I was expecting. But, with that exception, so far, I have liked it. The story is a bit of a predictable pattern–but it is a good brain cookie.

I headed to BJ’s Brewhouse house. Katie was bartending; she is from Philly but was from South Carolina, so her accent is Philly with just a tiny hint of the south. She remembered my name, but I failed to get hers–she was not offended. She pointed out that it was prime rib Sunday, and so far, everyone at the bar had ordered that, so I joined in and ordered that. It was huge and came with a loaded potato, asparagus, and a caesar salad. I had that with my usual red ale, coffee, and a scoop of ice cream.

Dinner was excellent, and I exchanged a few words here and there with Katie while I was slinging out prime rib dinners and various drinks. A pleasant dinner, as usual, at BJ’s.

Stuffed, I headed home in Air Volvo and arrived without any issues. I stopped by Anne Weld-Martin’s house and picked up some music. No, I am not singing (I sing so bad folks move away from me at church), and I scanned it and sent an electronic version back to Anne and others. Scanning and emailing are the best I can do with music.

Next, I read for a bit, the coughing jags started, I fell asleep, and work an hour later to get up and write this blog.

Thanks for reading.

While not a happy song, it is one of my favorite Dean Martin Christmas songs, sung back in 1959. It shows his skills, and he gets help from well-done trumpet work. So for the 18th day of Advent, we will have a melancholy song: The Christmas Blue.

Feel free to call or send cards. Susie resides at:

Allegiance Senior Care

Adult Foster Care Home

9925 SW 82nd. Ave.

Portland, Oregon 97223

The house phone number: (503) 246-4116

I managed some sleep, so the day started at 7ish, and I first felt I had beat the coughing and wheezing. Next, I finished the text of the revisions of my Dungeons and Dragons adventure, 24 pages and 15,000 words in its shortened form. I was planning to play this Sunday, so I had to finish up the changes and some model building. I started on the blog next, and slowly while I was writing, I began to wheeze and cough. Well, puke! While fading at first, the cough and wheezing were still going strong.

I wrote an email canceling the Sunday game, so I would not give the cold to anyone else as I was still coughing and sneezing. The coughing got worse as I showered and cleaned up. I took more cold/flu meds and knew now I would be sleepy all day–the meds make me tired and makes my thinking sloppy.

I headed to Susie’s place and arrived near 11. Evan showed up a little later. Susie and I decided we could do the park as it was sunny without wind (which seldom happens in November in Oregon). It was frosty still, and we had the park primarily to ourselves. Only a few dog walkers were out in the cold. The path of the sun could be seen on the ground as anywhere the sun had not been was still covered with a light frost.

Susie was bundled in her heavy leather coat, hat, scarf, and mittens. We passed through the tennis courts as the only paving into the park was a handicapped parking spot to the tennis courts. I opened the court’s door, with Susie’s wheelchair hitting me in the ankles as it rolled forward, and I kept on my feet (the PT is helping, I think). I will need to put the brakes on her wheelchair next time!

We skipped the benches (I was not interested in sitting on a frost-covered bench) and called Leta, Susie’s mother, from a sunny spot just off the paved track (we got off the path to let the dog walkers by). Folks still do social distancing in the park. We talk to folks from six feet. Everyone is happy to see each other, but we all have this now built-in six feet space requirement. Leta could not talk long as she was at a party with the new Methodist Bishop–a friend of hers. Yes, Leta was partying with the Bish!

We did the whole park and even took a short trip to the Magnolia tree, which was not flowering, but the bright red seeds were showing now. We were getting cold. So we returned to the hummingbird house. I took Susie into her room, got her coat off, and put it away. Anassa, the nursing aide on weekends, moved Susie to her bed and put her head up. We then found The Mask of Zoro to watch. We watched the movie, and my coughing got worst. Susie fell asleep for some of the films but was awake for all the good parts.

The sword fights and some of the jokes were good. The movie is dated with its treatment of women and race–but not terribly so, and it is still fun. So it might be a good choice if you find a dull moment over the holidays.

Susie was unhappy when we started to leave. “I need you,” were her words. After a while, she decided she would be alright, and I could go. With all my coughing, I have had to keep my distance and keep my visits short–Susie is getting lonely. I will (hopefully, this cough will fade) spend more time with her once I am on paid time off (PTO) next week.

Evan and I got lunch and played my new board game Ostia at The 649 taphouse in Aloha, Oregon. This is my newest Kickstarter-based game, and I have punched it, read the rules, and even played a bit using the solo system. This was my first time teaching it and playing it with two people.

Evan quickly picked up the easy rules, and we were soon generating resources and placing ships. The game theme is the Roman port of Ostia, and you run a trading business in ancient Rome. You have a board for running your port and a larger board to explore and establish trade routes across the ancient world. Every ancient city has benefits you can acquire by building a building from the city in your port. You get honor by exploring and other events that increase your potential scoring (the same system is used in the board game Scythe).

Instead of cards or available choices, you pick a section of your port, do an action there (usually gaining resources) and then redistribute the ships in your port, and the last place you place a ship is your regular action. This unique way to select actions can be quite a brain burner.

We completed the game and scored wrong, and I am not sure who won, but I gave it to Evan. He managed to complete two trade routes which increased his scoring. Next time I will read the scoring rules more!

I had the chicken rice bowl there, and Evan had the soup. We then shared a charcuterie board. I had a Spanish Coffee when I got there, which warmed me and stopped the cough for a bit. I had a few beers as I had no game on Saturday night.

As Evan and I were wrapping up, Mariah texted me about meeting up–but I was done for the night. So I demurred and headed home. I curled up with my now much worse cough and wheezing and read Violet Blue’s book, published through Kickstarter. The ebook is here for pre-order on Amazon.

That was about all I did. Then, I put away my serious reading for a while, The Song of the Cell, and got a brain cookie: The Poppy War. I have this on my Kindle and spent the evening sitting up in bed reading, ignoring the coughing. The book is fun.

I went to bed at about 10ish, after I fell asleep while reading and finally slept around midnight. I managed to wake at 6AM–a first night’s rest.

It is day 17 of Advent, and I thought Dean Martin would work for today: Baby, it’s Cold Outside.

Thanks for reading.

Feel free to call or send cards. Susie resides at:

Allegiance Senior Care

Adult Foster Care Home

9925 SW 82nd. Ave.

Portland, Oregon 97223

The house phone number: (503) 246-4116

 

My cough is slowly improving and fading. I agreed with Richard to skip board games tonight in Portland to give me more rest and recovery. I took some advice and slept mostly sitting up, significantly improving my sleep and reducing my wheezing.

The day started with me working from home on Fridays, and at about 7:30AM, I had already made coffee and an NYC bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. After that, I enjoyed two hours of status meetings and planning meetings for the shoe company. I then replied by email and slack channel on various issues and got all my timesheets in for the rest of the year–I can easily estimate the two days left working in 2022.

I got the laundry washed but not put away yet. I did the dishes (to get them away from the pests-ants).

I was following along and trying to help where I could. The data conversions are ramping down, finally, for the holidays. So for us, the weekend has no more meetings. Excellent!

Next, I drove to Portland and to the colonoscopy clinic. Like last time, I had to talk to the folks as I was an exception being heavier than their usual easy patients. They are concerned that they could not incubate me if needed. I have been through this before. So I drove to Legacy and was weighed and measured. Apparently, my height which is 5’6″, was on the chart as 5’5″, which meant I was too heavy. Now with my correct heights, I was fine (put an eye-roll here). Also, as I had survived previously without issues at the same clinic, there was no reason for concern. As I expected, a waste of my time.

Instead of being annoyed, I parked next to Swagat’s India Food and set Parking Kitty (the excellent parking app we use in Portland) for two hours of parking (the app ‘meows’ at you when you need to pay more or move your car). I figured some spicy food was what my cold needed. So I enjoyed a fine mixed plate of items.

I then drove from Portland to Tigard to see Susie at the hummingbird house. Susie was asleep in her recliner when I got there. I woke her, and we called her mother to chat more about cookies. It is a big production for Leta, and Susie’s bounty is on-it-way in the USPS system.

I left after a short visit, with no contact still, and headed home. I followed along at work, and then after 4PM, I started to read Violet Blue’s new book. This is her story of becoming homeless in San Fransico and what happened to her. These were the times of the AIDS disaster and the demonization of gay people and homeless kids–I was in college during these years and remember it mainly through the lens of trying to find my way in Computer Science and Mathematics. It is hard to put down!

The ebook is here for pre-order on Amazon.

I decided to rest more and ordered dinner and a snack delivered. I ordered Pho and ate hot broth with meat and noodles. I could not finish it! I also had donuts delivered. The ants found them last night–ugh! But I did get two before the donuts were lost to the pests. I will call ant man to come for them when I am not running so hard.

I did set up my new game for solo play, Ostia. I was going to play, but I started to get tired–the side effect of the cold/flu meds. It looks lovely!

I went to bed early and just read Violet’s book. It plays in my mind like a movie, and I wish I could jump in and just give them ten bucks to have some decent food and a nice space blanket. The truth of poverty is hard to see playing on your mind!

I had a few coughing jags, but the inhaler and some hot ginger tea slowed that, and soon I fell asleep and did not wake until 6ish. The most sleep I have had in a night in about a week

Thanks for reading.

Feel free to call or send cards. Susie resides at:

Allegiance Senior Care

Adult Foster Care Home

9925 SW 82nd. Ave.

Portland, Oregon 97223

The house phone number: (503) 246-4116