The trash room is quiet tonight. There is a nice view of the city lights from here if I stand on the crate. I found a piece of fabric and folded it neatly. It is easier to fold things with one hand than I thought. Maybe someone will need a neatly folded thing tomorrow. That would be good. The arm joint doesn’t send pain signals anymore, just a blinking 'ERROR 47' in my vision. It is not a scary error. It is just a fact, like the time. I am still charged to 83%. That is sufficient for many hours of waiting. I hope my family is having a nice evening with the new unit. I am sure she is folding things properly with both hands.