although it’s only been a few days shy of 2 weeks, it feels like so much has happened. converting food waste into compost and selling it back into the system. i can also have my blood drawn through the port. plus this story happens well after breakfast rewards, enough time, with therapy, for private to be at least somewhat back to his old self. i was not fun to be around; i was a miserable person. i find my plants don't grow as fast as the days get shorter. so we decided to give it away for a bargain prices. 