I made it through the week after getting back from my vacation. I picked up my friend and his wife at the airport last night. They came in sooner than I thought. However, they both were sick with colds from the trip.

I worked out and it went OK. Tonight in the pool area, it was pretty bad. There are so many times I ask myself why do I want to stay at where I live. I'm afraid to make a move, but I feel like if I don't then I'll probably regret not moving. I want to at least live in a place with some halfway decent people before I pass away.