A little celebration of being a survivor today. It seemed like a thing to do. The motel sponsored a team and the atmosphere felt like at did at Fannin County Hospital when we did it. The track felt the same, the tents felt the same; I guess a relay for life is the same wherever you go. It felt good and familiar. I walked only 1/4 of the way around the track. The walk to and from the place I parked was twice that far. And on a hill.
Yesterday the lady who checked me out at the supermarket said her daughter was graduating with a BA from an upstate college at that moment. She couldn't make the trip to see the graduation because her husband had lost his job, gas was so expensive and she couldn't afford to take the day off. She was very proud and happy.
I have noticed several people here walking on the street shouting at themselves--or at someone I can't see.
The McDonald's downtown has a drive up lane that is like a tunnel.
I have moved to room 105. Closer to the trains, although they don't sound like they once did. Heading home Monday.
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