Poor You

Jay came over with food tonight. “extra” food, as he calls it, as if he would have no use for it in the future. He did the same thing to me last week with roast beef and a bike.

Tonight it was lasagna and a bike lock.

You think of me as incapable of taking care of myself and you are not the only one, but thanks for at least thinking of me Jay. Thanks again.

What would I do without your charity?