Housed

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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.

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