Dang. Well hopefully they'll at least refund you - twice.

I got a text from the park manager today wanting to know if I was alive. I was appreciative of her and my neighbors' concern.

I'm sorry about your relocate. I hope you can garden where you're at. I don't think this will be over by harvest time, and I don't think our needs for food will be met any better than your Cheez-It order by then. I live on sand, and am forced into container gardening.

Imma lose weight, looks like.

I have alternate plans, like your house bus, but I need ~a dozen prescriptions filled monthly since my heart attack, I'm told, so there doesn't seem to be much of a future potential anywhere else.

Man proposes, God disposes.