I still have people staying with me.  In all three guest bedrooms.  It's like being in the military again, getting transferred, sleeping on someone's sofa bed--when someone  puts you up until you get housing.

One of the bedrooms has a blow up mattress they found somewhere and brought with them for one of their teenagers to use.

You might not even know the people who are staying with you.  In the Marine Corps, it didn't matter whether you knew them or not.  Everyone took care of everyone else.  By the time you found a house, you ended up being part of your host's family for life.

You don't send them flowers, or candy, or anything else.  You just do the same thing for the next Marine family that needs a place to stay.

Life has been chaotic since the ice storm.  Branches are still lying on the sidewalks.  Still stacked six to eight feet high--but shrinking as they dry out.  And of course, the virus has shut everything down.  

I checked out Facebook today and decided that half the world is nuts.  I think it is a platform to say bad things to people, and even worse, about people and remain anonymous.  I think I've been cooped up too long.