I finally got my license plate this morning, and I'm very happy. A nice lady across the counter named Mary suggested I get an Antique plate, because my 1988 truck qualifies, and it's cheaper.

Cheaper? Hell yea, I was expecting to shell out $400 bucks, but this pretty little unique Florida plate cost $145.55, with a Tag, new Registration, and a new Title.

Once I cover up the small hole in my right tail light with some repair tape from the parts store, I will be 100% legal and a full out Floridian.

My new bank is here and my SS now goes in there directly. My Medicare Advantage is here, I have a new Primary Care doctor here, my auto insurance is here, my drivers license is here, along with Safe Driver imprinted on it. My voter registration is here, I live here.

I'm now a totally free man again, and I'm sober. Watch the fuck out world.

And, I'm taking a short road trip West tomorrow, for a couple days, to dodge the hurricane and clear my head. Shelby's got a friend away from the Coast with a generator, and she will head there if it decides to come our way. As it stands, it's going to miss us barely to the East.

I was just chatting with a very attractive fifty eight year old single lady, that mentioned she's lonely, loves to cook, and enjoys life. I showed her my Cave and she said all I need is a woman, now and then. Maybe I'll invite her over for a movie when I get back.