46 degrees out. I was cold all night with the windows open. I can tell it's cold because my shoulders ache from hunching. And I have a cold. But some of my aches this morning are from playing racquetball yesterday. On Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday we can't go until at least 3:30 because Ray has class. And I was held up at work, so didn't pick him up until after 4. But since we didn't really need to rush home (no one at home to worry about...except Zoe), we played anyway. Only one game, since it had been so long and I didn't want to overdo before my trip. I think it really helps my state of mind, so I'm glad we did. But then it was after 6:30 when we got home and took 2 hours to make supper and then I was exhausted and didn't get to bed until after 11. I did find time to make my reservations to and from Atlanta, so now I am pretty ready to go. I still have to do a few thngs, like get my passport out of the safe deposit box, but I don't have to worry about getting there.

Yesterday morning, one of the residents told me that a former resident had died. She apparently took an overdose of some kind, probably deliberately. She had tried before, once at the shelter. She was being treated for it, but if someone is determined, there is not much anyone can do. Her young son will not remember her as he grows up...and her older son will surely be devastated. He is now hearing from his stepfather how he should be happy for her (I'm sure); that she is with God and she won't be unhappy any more. I am very very sad and a little angry at her, but I am also incredibly relieved that it didn't happen at the shelter. Or even next week. We also had a child come home with a high fever. At the emergency room, they gave him a prescription for Tamiflu. Do you know how much that costs? $100! And surely every one in the shelter will catch it. The thing is she should have Medicaid, but hasn't done the paperwork yet.