The Long Way Round

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the woman fostering my children I have a room now. It's a small house with a single room on the property of a larger house owned by the person who helped her when she first came to the US. It's small but is a place to sleep and clean up so I'm not in the car anymore. Now I need to adjust my routine, which is always a challenge for me. I spent a few weeks getting settled in the car, now I have a new place to get settled into, but also much more time for sleeping because it's close to where my children live and I don't have to drive for 45 minutes looking for the perfect spot. Also, I did the front brakes on the car last week, so far they're fine but I need to bleed the brake lines, and somehow reset the car's controller so it stops complaining and turns all the ADAS back on.

 My Routine And it was Evening and it was Morning Since my routine is easier to understanding starting in the evening after I drop my kids off, I'll start with a Jewish day. G-d said "And it was evening and it was morning, one day", so Jews say "And it was evening and it was morning, one day". I drop the kids off with their foster mother around 18 or 19. I try to get them in, she distracts them, and I leave. It's easier that way. Then, I start my evening routine. If I have enough money I'll get cheap ready-made chicken from the local grocery stores and eat it for dinner. Then I drive to the gym, get at least some cardio in, and then shower and change. At this point it's usually still a bit too early to bed down, so I'll go to a coffee shop, order an iced tea which they kindly refill for free, and sit for a bit. Sometimes I'll write, sometimes I'll shitpost, rarely I'll practice my coding craft because, well, fuck it. Once 2130 hits an...