I am getting sick. I can feel it coming on.
My throat hurts, my joints ache and I am very tired.
Right now, I don't know how I am even going to walk down to the "Warming Station."
Mariella sent me this comment, today, March 14: "Hello Ruthie,
Are you wanting to get off the road for a while? If so what kind of accommodations are you looking for and how long would you like to get off the road?"
I want a place, Mariella, where I can take proper care of myself. I want to curl up in my jammies if I need to. I want to soak in a nice, steaming tub of water. I want to drink a gallon of orange juice and then lay down in a soft bed and sleep for eight uninterrupted hours.
I want wi-fi and privacy. I want to create in peace.
I want to grow green plants on the windowsill. I want to hang wind chimes by the door.
I want to go home for good. I don't want to be someone elses way of paying bills. I don't want to be exploited. I want to be respected.
I want to write. I have a serious project in mind.
Why are you asking me?
Mariella sent me a reply. Check the comments to follow-along with the exchange of correspondence.