Diary Entry #129

No dice.

June's fallen ill, the poor thing.

I'm still headed up to meet with Becky, but instead of eating without her, we're gonna sweep house like usual, to see if we can't free up the weekend to meet with Mara and Meri.

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We worked very hard for four hours or so.
We were able to clean the kitchen and the living-room, but not much else with such limited time. It wound up being okay, though - Becky was so tired anyways, because she was coming into this on the heels of an eight-hour shift.

On the way back home, I had an intense craving for root-beer.

A boy from a Christian School Fellowship named Levi introduced himself while I was waiting for the bus.

He asked if he could tell me about God and pray for me.
I told him I used to work at a church, and I myself was a Christian, just also Transgender.

He asked if we could pray together in kinship, then. 
I said, "Of course," and we prayed there at the bus-stop before he left in a big crowd, passing out food to the local homeless.

He asked me if I wanted a sandwich and a slice of pumpkin pie.
I politely decline.

I got home, drank a root-beer from the gas station, and I spent the evening talking with my sister, Beatrice.

It was such a good time.
Sometimes, I forget Bea is such a literal gem of a person.