The routine remains the same with almost no reason to detail the nauseating daily itinerary. The sickening aspect is the need to spend time at shopping malls in order to validate the day itself. Of course, there are necessary components (e.g., purchasing dinner) that justify the latter. Aside from that, working out at the gym is still the highlight of the day.
The “old folks home” is gradually becoming more of a depressing situation. Exposure to more and more decrepit senior citizens is psychologically taxing and just a constant reminder of mortality. There’s just no avenue for the “denial of death” at the “old folks home.”
The latest incident at the “old folks home” was a homecoming greeting of loud chirping noises upon entering the dreaded cell in the late afternoon yesterday. The back-up battery in the smoke detector died of old age (no pun intended). A call to the resident manager proved useless. The responsibility was claimed to be on the tenant (in this case, the reason was most likely the stigma of previous homelessness). No doubt, one of the “little old ladies” would have received better service. A small step-stool was borrowed from the community room and the offending device was completely disabled. It now sits on the cell floor awaiting a new battery, which may take several months in queue since it is now a tenant expenditure.
All events, good and bad, provide input for the upcoming and finalized strategic plan. For the time being, the routine will remain the same. Updates about the same ol’ shit are unlikely from this point forward.