Andy's been catching up on my August entries and not even a simple, “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this with your meds,” or anything like that. This tells me how insensitive and lacking in compassion he still can be when it comes to medical/emotional issues. 

Not much to update on right now. No news is good news in some cases. :) I’m going to go out riding once it cools down. I know it would be safe to venture around the park now that I’m off the evil levothyroxine, but since I can’t see as well at night I’ll just circle the block. 

The rest of the night will be spent reading and writing, for the most part. 

I had some dream where Andy and I sat at a picnic table across from two women to which I introduced us. Don’t know where this was, though. 

Then I was talking to cousin Michelle on the phone about someplace in Mexico and I was speaking Spanish at times, too. Well, I do know Spanish but I’ve never been to Mexico. I once lived a couple of hours north of the border, but that’s as close as I got. Tom was in Mexico City when he was a musician in the Air Force. He said it was gorgeous.