That silly husband of mine! I noticed yesterday that the humidifier hadn’t been cycling on and off in days. He said the wick was probably clogged with build-up, so he went to clean it out. When he did he found mold. Worried that it might be prolonging his cold, he goes and pours bleach into its tanks. Every time the fucking heat came on and circulated the air last night, the stench would wake me up. 

After 4 hours of sleep, I got up, turned the damn thing off, closed the laundry room door, and sprayed the bedroom with air freshener. I still smelled the damn bleach and probably will for weeks to come. 

Even Tom agreed it was overkill, and Andy said he should be punished for it, haha. I told him he could have a cold for life before he ever did something like that again. Went back to sleep for 4 more hours, but still feel a little tired having my sleep split up like that and waking up so damn often like I did. I would still rather that than the threat of homelessness waking me up. Yeah, I used to hate God only when things were bad. Now I hate Him no matter what’s going on in my life. Anyway, to get back on the subject, I now have the windows open, the heat turned off, and the central system on ‘fan’. 

I’ve showered and eaten and am now running the dishes. If the park doesn’t turn our water off before it’s done, then today might be a good day. Especially if the meeting Tom has to attend at work produces the good news we’re hoping for but not expecting. We’re hopeful because we know what he deserves. We’re not hopeful because we also know life is rarely fair. 

Andy told me a fascinating story of how he saw a woman in Mississippi thrown on death row that he swore he knew. He thought about it for a few days and then realized she was his dentist’s receptionist when he lived in Arizona.