The Lonely Man has been humbled

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I used to have this cool room upstairs and all by itself. It was HUGE and had a connecting nice-sized bathroom. The staircase had a door to it so it soundproofed my space from the rest of the house. It was rather cushy.

I was asked to move downstairs where the Catholic Worker houses folks from off the streets and stuff. Well, a fellow from Canada, Leigh, a humble, unassuming fellow, moved in for a few months, he's an organic farmer by trade and is wintering here for the cold months. His committment level to the Catholic Worker activities is much higher than mine. So, they moved him upstairs and I'm taking his much smaller room in the main part of the house.

All my stuff fits quite nicely here, I got a decent sized bed and some great shelves to put my boxes and books and stuff. It will be noisier, though. Especially on Wednesdays when they have Hospitality Day and invite a dozen homeless folks to eat and shower and spend half the day here. Getting off at 2 am and trying to sleep will pose a challenge. When I get my second job dealing cards I may have to move out to find a more restful place.

Not that I am good at resting these days. For almost a year now I have been unable to sleep well for more than 3-5 hours. I sort of wake up bright eyed and bushy-tailed after a few hours of sleep. This sometimes has me falling asleep while sitting at my station at work, right in the middle of the gorram casino pit! Once I was staring at a rating slip for like 5 minutes in a sleepy fog and I turned around and saw my supervisor staring at me. She likes to sneak up on us and peer at us in the middle of our duties. I sort of jumped and started to decipher the slip and input its data into the computer- don't know how long she was standing there. Heh, she didn't say anything to me, though.

But being humbled is a good thing. God knows my soul can use all the good things it can get. With what I've put it through the last few months.... Cryptic, ain't I?