The Trial Run...

Mrs. Maggie decided that 10:30 AM was a good wake up time. I woke up with her whining next to the bed and she also scratched my arm. She was hungry and lonely. I warmed up some pastries in the microwave and that was breakfast. Maggie got a cheese danish and I got the apple. I've got to remember to get up some eggs on my foray out of the house today. I want my grand breakfast in the morning. Strike that. Charlie is coming with biscuits in the morning. I forgot it is Saturday.

Today, around 3 PM to 4 PM, I am driving down to Rich's mobile home on a trial run to see if I can get there. He lives on county road 388 just off of Hwy. 29. It is a pretty good drive, but I have a full tank of gas which is reassuring (might need to skedaddle out of there). My social phobias are screaming for relent at this point, but I am going to give it a good college try. They act like they are just absolutely desperate and starved for visitors and a friend. From what I've read so far, they seem to live in abject and destitute poverty.-- living solely on the meager disability income of Rich's wife.

Rich's wife just texted me asking me if I am up and still coming. I wrote back wanting to know the number of their mobile home. I also wanted to know where we are going Tuesday which seems so paramount.

If I told my father I was doing this, he would be screaming bloody murder! "What if they are crack heads or drug fiends?" I don't think they could afford it. I wonder what will happen if he comes over today and I am not at home? He's going to be immediately worried. He will also search my home looking for malfeasance such as empty beer cans.