We're still here at the Ronald McDonald House (RMH).
In yesterday's blog, I was trying to describe the
ambiance of the place. After staying here and walking
around, the best description would be a disaster relief
center and/or a alcohol/drug rehab facility. I've
never been to either, but based on TV and movies,
that's the way I would imagine it. Families huddling
around tables, for the most part, keeping to
themselves. There is a section where the smokers hang
out. All the guys (myself included) are unshaven and
uncombed hair, or wearing a hat. Lots of people walking
around in their jammies. I think the biggest reason,
to me, as to why it feels like a rehab or disaster relief
center is due to everybody's body language: slumped
shoulders, people wandering around in silence or
talking to each other in hushed tones and they all have
that despaired look in their eyes like they are
afraid of what the future holds for them.

On a different note, Marissa is coming down with a cold,
and one of the rules of the RMH is absolutely no one
can stay here if they are sick and with
Lauren's blood count dropping, we can't risk Marissa being here
if she is getting sick. So Marissa and granny went home.
Now it's just Me, Hilary and Lauren. Tomorrow I have
to go to work so it'll just be Hilary and Lauren.