I looked into the details of the letter we received and it said we were only required to write two journals a week.
I may do more. But as of now I just plan on trying to get a feel of the place. Dean seems to be more open then I thought.
I guess if we're stuck here together we've got to be able get along.
Hoping to find some pillows in storage, in regretting my couch decision now.
We've had some burgers and mac and cheese and things to eat, but that's mostly it. It's hard to remember most of the cooking stuff from when I was younger.
Dean doesn't seem to care.
I found a mower in the shed by the lake. I'll ask dean what he can do about the yard using it.
