I hear the sound of rain falling, Billy came back super fast on the bed upstairs and is now doing his toilette, Tummo is in a loaf on the quilt on the floor (I am washing the sheets of hubby). Material comforts are nice. As are hot baths when body bones and muscles are aching. I have so loved though being a hobbo for a month ( I love doing nothing! ah) that God will grant me a hobo life next life. As sheltered. Like in this life, it will be a choice of mine.
The Poetry Dervish