Still Not Able to Post.

Last month, I mentioned finding an Easter basket on my doorstep. Initially, I assumed that my Landlord left it for me, but than I found it was actually my neighbs, Curtis and Jess. Once I found out it was they, I began dropping by each evening to request a refill.

One evening, just slightly after 1:00 A.M., Curtis for some reason handed me the whole bag of Easter Candy.

"Just take it, and leave us alone."

He slammed the door, before I could thank him, but that food is getting me through this stressful time.

I am only sorry that I, too, have to metaphorically-like slam the Door on you, most precious reader, for just a few more days.

Be strong.

Live Well.

Where there's smoke there is fire.

Beggars can't be choosers.

I'm out of cliches.