I'm here at Balboa Nursing and Care at 3524 4th Ave in Hillcrest and I could use some help.

I need a USB - USBC charging cable, but my afib in keeping in my room so I can't charge this MacBook Aire of mine. What you could do is go to 3524 4th Ave in HillCrest and drop off a USB to USDC cable so I don't lose contact with the world. I'm in room 209A,

I'm also open for visitors (heart failure at my age.)

So come visit, bring supplies, and keep a kid of 68 from wasting away.

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