Pot made me feel so dizzy it really became not fun that way. Hubby loves his pot like I love my cigarettes. The jazz program has ended. It is 20H00. The host always ends his show with "bonsoir. et Bonne chance!" (good night and good luck!").  Cute. 

I am rather awake right now. Writing is the best thing for me to feel awake. Billy is with me on the couch. The radio show is ending with one ,last jazz tune. It was very good tonight. Oh, how thankful I am for my material comforts. I have experienced dire poverty. While I was a non smoker of cogarette and a hobo, in 2006, it was not a porblem. But when, in 2006-2008 I chose welfare and basement room smelling like mold instead of going back to hubby ( we were not married then) , it was so very depressing and tough. Mostly I think because I had picked up smoking cigarettes again. I was living on 600$ a month + 100$ for volunteering for 6 months. Then, on 1100$ a month: that was better. On disability in Toronto. I used great food banks which taught me a lot about the real world of most  vulnerable and marginalized  people in Canada.