Yesterday, we were gifted hot dogs. It keeps us out of the grocery store dumpsters. They caught us in the dumpster, and got quite pissed off. Another grocery in Asheville, same story. The boys make too much noise pawing around in dumpsters. In Asheville, they gave us grape drink (there is no grape in it, mainly sugar), and I bite my tongue. Hot dogs and grape drink. Not what I would buy for food, but beggars are not choosers. And we really so appreciate the food. They were very generous.

The bathrooms are far away (no showers and we smell like smoke). We have to walk there. At night, they all go together because some boogeyman might jump out from the bushes and eat them.

My eyes to the sky.