Cincinnati Sting

          I spent a few hours grinding toward my 50-hour total at St. Francis House downtown, crammed into a little dishwashing station with two older guys. It was tedious and difficult to move, but at least it's work I'm used to. I need to put up something like 35 hours this month, and the next few weeks are going to be torturous. Later on, I met Jennifer at the airport; we went home and ate Food Wall. And it was good.