Here I am on a Wednesday night in early February, in the upper part of Florida, and it's been around 67 degrees. Tennessee is just a bit cooler, the mountains where I lived in Idaho are in the thirties, and Seattle is around fourty.

It could be better, Miami is going to be in the eighties next week, but I have no complaints.

I have a new roommate coming in next week. I have made a commitment to our landlady Shelby that I will be at my best, sober, and a great roommate for this lady. She's an Hispanic lady with a couple small dogs, which I look forward to walking. Shelbs said she loves to cook, so it's a good thing I'm doing this purge.

Life is so interesting, and I'm really glad to be alive to still experience it. I just thought about the fact that I have no family older than me, I'm the old guy, the matriarch.