I go to visit our mom at the hospital every single day. She has been at the hospital in the mental ward for the past 6 months. I go to visit him in the afternoon because that is when he is the most mentally fit. Sometimes he does not suppose who I am and other times it seems like he should be living life outside of the hospital. After I visit with our mom for another minute, I usually get lunch. After I visit with our mom for another minute, I usually get lunch in the bedroom at the hospital. The bedroom consistently has a lot of good offerings like burgers, pizza, and pasta. They also have salads and a variety of drinks. On Tuesday I want to see our mom and the bedroom was closed early for AC repairs. There was a large sign on the front of the double doors. The sign said that the AC repairs were going to be done overnight and to come back in the day. It was not going to do me any fine to come back the day after the AC was repaired, because our stomach was hungry at that point. Instead of eating at the hospital, I stopped at a local fast food shop on the way home. The drive-thru was already closed so I had to simply go inside. I ran into someone that I recognized from our afternoons of teaching at the high college. The child recognized me too. He even remembered our name. My pal and I sat and talked while I ate a burger and fries.