First night …

Last night… was my first night alone in my house.

A couple of friends who live in the neighborhood came over with whiskey and beer … oh yes… and Doritos.

I have two comfy chairs and 4 hard wooden kitchen ones. They didn’t care.

Had no light in the living room but the TV gave a glow.

We laughed and talked and I got quite drunk. I had eaten little for the past two days and after all the hard work I hurt like a motha-fukker. It didn’t take much.

After about four or five hours I told my friends I had to sleep. One of the women came down … crawled into bed with me and just held me a moment. She told me everything would be alright, kissed my hair and tucked me into bed. I can never repay the kindness of last night.

They knew I was anxious. They did what they could to help. And their company did exactly that.

They came over again today and helped me get everything in the room it needed to be in. Not unpacked… that would be insane. But all boxes and bags are where they need to be. One of the guys brought his mulching mower and took care of the leaves.

I am grateful for my friends. It wasn’t easy letting them help. But as a good friend of mine tells me, allowing others the opportunity to help you…helps them as well.