Childless for a night

My Ward is on a home visit. He will return this AM. 

I slept some last night (12:30-3:30). 

Today I will take my Ward & Melanie Rondeau to the beach. 

Kathryn is too ill to join us. He'll fish; maybe she'll surf. It's going to be cold down there this morn: 61 @ 9am. 

I'll be reading Sociology research to try to help my niece with a research methods project for UNF. 

Joel is at his duty station. 

Kathleen has made it to Air Force basic. 

After a year without it, I have cable. 

The new normal

Me & the Kid. Out and about. 

1st sem, 4.11 GPA. 

Since then, the trouble, then a slide. 

4thQ has started. Last chance to make good. 

I'm eating at the Waffle House. Just so the Kid can see his brother. 

No alcohol. Before 1am. What am I doing here? Oh yeah, the Kid. 

I had a BLT. Not the worst thing I ever ate.  The server is both attentive and friendly. 

I'm trying to convince the brother to spend time with the Kid tomorrow. He's busy. Has his own obligations. Maybe. 

Otherwise, another evening in the van for the Kid. Not the best thing for him. 

Chelsea tonight (1st time in over 1 year)

How weird has my life been. 

I finally decided to enter the real world. 

I will watch Chelsea Handler tonight. First time in more then a year. I miss watching Chelsea much more then I miss sex, but quite a bit less then I miss (her) touch. 

Food is no longer brining me enjoyment. 

I have to send box that gives me baseball back to seller tomorrow. It simply doesn't work. 

No sex-no touch-no food-no baseball. At least I'll have Chelsea.