Aaron & Rocky came by to offer me some things I'd love: a hot shower & a cool place to crash for the night.
If only I could accept! But if I'm gone overnight, who will guard all the stuff?
I'd nodded off in the rocker on the back porch (where I write all this stuff in between opportunities to upload it), writing that last entry when their knock awakened me. It pained me to decline, but this is one of those decisions you make not for immediate personal gratification, but out of desperation. I can't say how many of my decisions during all this are the best decisions, but I'm doing the best I can think to do. Just like everyone else.
There have been too many such decisions of late.