Day 6

I am running out of clothing and my food rations are low. I’ve been surviving on Morningstar Grillers. Frozen bread is plentiful, but not edible. I nearly cracked my tooth eating a bialy. Why do they save what they cannot eat?

The heat is unbearable and I must stay indoors where it is air conditioned. The inhabitants of this state who move down here for the weather also stay indoors during the day.

I have not conversed with anyone under the age of 75 in days now. The pace of life is much slower than I am used to. My patience is wearing thin.

Day 7

Today I got to do a laundry and visited a Super Target. I now have clothing and some more frozen sustenance. I can survive a couple more days. I was brought to Target by my mother and her 80 year old friend. I believe we spent close to 2 hours looking for a few items. This task would have taken me 20 minutes on my own. The two women meant well. They were looking to save me money by having me purchase less expensive items that I had no desire for. It was a tiresome experience and I felt I needed to be relieved of the pain. I purchased 2 bottles of wine.

I’ve succumbed to eating dinner at 5pm.

Related: Gone South