I once told you about the little that got sick and died after being exposed to cat feces in her sand box a year later. Her brain turned to mush and had a really foul odor when they opened her head up. It was so sad.  

I don't read a lot. I read very slowly and I get frustrated. I had to take remedial reading even in college. I'm trying to read two books, one is called Nowhere to Go about the mental institutions closing their doors back in the 70s and 80s and another book about homelessness and the mentally ill. I finally have my brother living up here with me.  He's 69 and has been homeless in Florida off and on for a few years. It's his own fault just as it has been my own fault when I neared homelessness myself a few years ago.