The one The Curmudgeon is in for his short term rehab care is as bad as all the rest.

The odor to me is unbearable, but then I have always been over sensitive to odors.

The lady at the reception desk was not exactly sweet and helpful. Gee, sorry I was already turned around from the poorly marked parking lots and entrance ways. It’s not like I’d been there before.

The drive over there wasn’t exactly a breeze what with the insane traffic, the lane changes, the construction that had the street down to one lane in places, and the fact that I hadn’t driven in that area in years.

I gave The Curmudgeon fair warning. I would NOT be visiting frequently. He could call me whenever just not before 10.

So far I have moved 1 book case, a dresser, 4 old useless big speakers, and a broken table out of his room. I have only put a dent in it.

Ugh.