I'm going through a weird time right now. Work is winding down as we approach ending it on Labor Day, Sep 1. I'm scheduled for 13 days, out of 16. I've also been asked to add two more hours to each day. Considering that I may never work again, I might as well tough it out and add to my stash.

I'm also scheduled to start living at the Lillian Breeze RV Park on Sep 1. I don't have a trailer there yet, in fact I haven't figured out how to get to Robertsdale, AL to perform a check on the RV Riley and I have decided on.

My days off next week are Tue, Thur and Friday. Shelby and I are on the outs and I will not be going there with her. I have a Facebook Post looking for someone with RV experience to help me out with two rides, one to look at the trailer and another to pick the trailer up on Sep 1 and drop it and me, with my meager possessions, off in Lillian. No response yet.

I could Uber to Robertsdale next week, perform the check, and Uber back. It's $35 to $60 or more each way and god I fucking miss my truck. So now I'm looking for a qualified person around Robertsdale to do it for me, at a fee. I've signed up with a local Facebook group up there so I can find someone, but waiting to be accepted into the group.

For the first time in a long time, I thought about a drink today. Fuck that.

I can't wait to get out of here, and frankly I don't care if I ever see them again. I'll miss the dogs a lot, and the chickens. Ana just walked by me as I was peeing behind the trailer, because that's my bathroom, and smiled her sweet young teen smile and said Hi Pops. She's cool.

So this is my life, until by the first of next month, it's not.