When I woke up today, the back screen door was standing wide open, no one was home, and there were a zillion flies in the house. I spent the whole day killing flies. Teresa had cleaned the house before I got home from New Mexico, but now it's filthy. There isn't any way to keep it clean with all the people that are in and out, all the time, day and night. Sometimes I just feel like sitting down and bawling.
Greg isn't going to take the job that he had an interview for, because it's door-to-door sales. Steve went to the doctor for something when I was gone, and they billed him for the doctor's fee, which he doesn't have and can't pay.
