Naw, she’s not really an Uber driver. But, she’s my driver. She is getting off work down Aloma in Oviedo. I’m on Aloma in Winter Park.

I just got a couple of things for dinner. I needed kale. I haven’t had it in a couple of weeks. I think my gut is asking for some. I got the red kind. More antioxidants.

Pat called me while I was picking through the kale in the produce department. Our reception was horrible. I’m going to call her back as soon we get home.

I just want to put it out there that I am extremely grateful to everyone for helping me financially. We got the full rent paid last night.

It’s 6:24 pm. I’ve been home for an hour. I just got off the phone with Pat. She was throwing hay at the horses and the neighbor’s donkeys were looking for a handout. We both love donkeys, but their owners are rich, so those damn donkeys got their own hay.

Then she was near the chicken coop. I love all the animal noises I hear when we talk on the phone.

We reminisced about this South American chicken she took in who was psycho. She didn’t know it at the time. His name was Purpleton. And, he hated the zipper tags on my Pendleton Woolen Mills jacket. Whenever I was wearing that jacket and got near him he’d lunge for the leather tags on its zipper.

Not too long after that Pat caught him attacking one of her brightly colored windmills in her front yard. She told me she said, “That’s it. That chicken is history.” She got him into her truck and drove Purpleton back to his previous owner.

It’s a shame. He was a beautiful black and white chicken, or rooster, I guess.

Ahhh, she hadn’t texted me back. We referred to Purpleton as a, “he,” that makes him a rooster, right? Regardless, he was a pain in the ass.

It’s 7:09 pm. I’m sitting on my bed. Haven’t combed out my hair. I wanted to finish this goofy post before I go downstairs and make din-din.

I’m going to need to head downstairs soon cause now that I’m relaxed by hot steamy water, my peepers want to close and go to sleep.

Speaking of sleep, my sleep study kit arrived from Tampa a few days ago. I was thinking of doing it tonight, but I’m going to do it tomorrow. I’m too sleepy to read all the information. Kinda ironic, I guess.

Apparently, I only have to be hooked up to the wires for three hours, which is good, because it will be without using my CPAP machine.

This study is different. The first two I did in 2016, were done at Orlando Health: South Seminole Hospital.

My stomach is getting angry. I need to eat.

Another post, probably tomorrow.