Still residing at the amazing Hotel La OTC…. And it looks like old hurricane Mildred or Milton or Ma-watever it’s called is keeping me here another week. God help me endure the loud annoyance and inconsiderate individuals that are here. Why is it so important to yell across the compound when you can get your happy caboose up and find who you are calling. Standing at the top of the second tear and screaming is sooooooo rude!!! I guess I could be at home trying to drive down the road and scream at Amish in their buggies that don’t get over. … I don’t actually do that, only in my mind. They are too sweet and innocent. I love it when they wave at us and smile. So sweet, ok would never honk or yell but people really do that. They are just jealous that they don’t have the calm relaxing lives that they do. The hardest part of this place is that there is nothing to do. Not even commissary for us. So not fair. I guess I will just endure like usual. be me, be quiet and talk to very few. It just makes it easier to talk to few and say little. I just want to go home. Depression has been my enemy while here. I only want to stay in my room and read a book. The problem is there are not many books that are any good. I read one called God’s Blessings and that was amazing. Gotta go out of time.