Starting Thursday we’re going to be looking at triple digits pretty regularly. I’ll be running late at night or early in the morning, depending on where my schedule is. Running in a clean, safer, upscale, gated community has spoiled me. I don’t want to resort to the boring treadmill unless I absolutely have to. 

Been using a running app called Runtastic and it’s pretty cool. Ran 5 times around the circle, which came to 1.6 miles in 18 minutes and 22 seconds, and burned 169 calories. With my condition, it was probably only 16 calories, but I love the strength and energy running gives me. I also love how it uses live GPS tracking and shows where I am on the road at that exact moment. Lots of ads and offers, though, because it’s their free version. 

Been going easier on the eating this week. I got way too carried away over the weekend. Running makes it harder for me to gain, not impossible. 

Gonna go around the perimeter later on, but first I want the temp to drop 15 degrees or so. As long as I don’t hear anything later on, I’d say we’re back to normal here stereo-wise. Thank goodness! I’d rather landscapers every single day than hear that loud, thumping base just a few times a week. It’s just too potent and penetrating a sound. 

I remember two dreams from last night, though not much of them. In one we were living in our Maricopa house again, only it didn’t look like it. It had two floors and a house about 50-60 feet away. I’d already met the large Mormon family that lived next door when I was doing something in the house and heard those ever so obnoxious squeaky squeals kids make. I looked out the window and saw 5 or 6 kids at the edge of their property by a fence, which was a lot closer to our place than theirs. They peered over into our yard and I tried to tell myself they wouldn’t be so annoying because Arizona wasn’t the state you usually had windows open in for much of the year anyway. Even so, I hoped they’d see me glaring at them and take the hint about not coming too close to our property, fenced or not, and then I mentally cussed out God for putting so many kids next to us. 

The other dream was one of those infamous captivity dreams I often have. I was in what must’ve been some kind of jail even though it didn’t look like one, because I didn’t seem to be there willingly. I was very cold and mistrusting after having learned that being kind and truthful didn’t seem to mean shit when it came to cops and courts. A female guard asked if I were some word I can’t remember. It confused me in the dream and I said, “Am I what? Last time I knew it was called restriction, and no, I’m not on it.” 

Then I was admiring several other inmates who had long hair, almost wishing mine were long again, too.