It’s nice to have a room again.
A room that stays relatively comfortable during unbearably hot days.
A room I can walk into middle of the day and stretch out on the bed.
Two electric fans: one from the ceiling and another standing alone by the television are all I need to keep me cool and dry enough to nap…
For almost an hour.
Couldn’t do that the 7 months I was homeless.
Couldn’t do that a year and a half ago when I was renting a hot box room from Chester of the Golden Mask.
15 electric fans, a window unit and 7 blocks of ice wouldn’t have cooled that furnace.
This afternoon, I woke and stretched and marveled at my progress.