Hi @emily1890. I drove Steve to his apartment. Other than being very drunk, he wasn't hurt. Otherwise I would have gotten him help. I remember as he was getting out of my car, I noticed he left a Sprite soda bottle. I called to him saying that, to which he returned and said sarcastically "You know that's not Sprite in there!" Of course I knew. A day later, I got a phone call from him. He found my phone number in the directory. He said that he had written a poem for me and had always loved me. I tried to kindly discourage his feelings, but he called back, drunk, a couple more times. My husband got on the phone and ended the calls. He likely eventually died from his addiction. My guess. He had already been deteriorating in appearance, greatly. I believe he once told me that his father had been an alcoholic. He also said he was a Vietnam vet, and I suspect he had PTSD. He had been married and had an adult child, both of whom cut him out of their lives. When sober, he was so sweet, but sobriety was too hard for him to maintain. We initially "hit it off" as friends because we had both studied Mandarin Chinese.

I used to fall asleep pretty quickly in the past, when stable, but that has changed. I take a pretty sedating evening med cocktail, usually at 6 or 7 pm, yet lately I don't fall asleep until 1 or 2 am.

What birds do you most often see or hear?