Weather reflects feelings: bad.
It's all of about 36 degrees outside, no sun. Middle of May in Minnesota and it could just about be snowing here. I looked up the weather in Atlanta, I shouldn't have but I did.
It's 70 and mostly sunny.
It makes things harder, getting out of bed, even taking a shower. I just want to lay in bed and do nothing. Sometimes I stare at the door because I think I hear someone walking by on the loose gravel of the make-shift parking lot outside the motel.
But no one ever knocks.
Not sure if that makes me happy or not. I think about giving Roger a call, though I don't have his phone number, I'm sure he's in the book.
Since hearing the audio Tim recovered...
There wasn't anyone in the house. I know there wasn't.
The motel manager wants me to pay for the next week in advance. Sadly, this is cheaper than living in Atlanta, but it still ain't free.
I think I'm going to go back to sleep.