It rained most of yesterday. I think we’ve had more rain lately than in the last 3 years! Although it would get depressing to have on a regular basis, it did a great job of keeping things quiet here. I heard a few minutes of blowers when out sweeping leaves out of the carport, but that was it. The streets were pretty dead. Less traffic and no people out walking or riding bikes. 

I could’ve sworn, though, that at around 5pm I heard that fucking saw for a few seconds next door, and thought to myself, you’ve got to be kidding. On a cold rainy day when it’s getting dark? But when I looked over there the garage door was shut and no lights were on inside of it, so I don’t know what I heard. I just know I’m going to be pissed as hell if he’s pulling that shit when Andy's here. Virginia’s quiet and considerate, but Bob clearly doesn’t give a shit about those around him. 

Anyway, since we’re on for just clouds today (though it is drizzling out now) I’m sure the landscapers will go crazy today. The leaves are coming off the trees faster than fast. The “landscapers,” just so people know, aren’t outsiders hired by the park, but park maintenance people who work full-time for the park. They’re responsible for a lot more than just mowing grass, trimming trees, and blowing leaves. 

The thyroid meds are here and in 6 days I will be restarting my endocrine system, this time hopefully without the scary side effects. If I were a nail-biter I’d have no nails left, that’s how nervous I am! I started to call myself a chicken for feeling the need to wait till Tom has 4 days off and can be with me to help make me feel more comfortable, but as my counselor would say, we all have our fears and it’s best to accept ours and make the best of them rather than resort to name-calling and other self-degrading tactics. After all, if I wouldn’t be rude enough to call someone else a chicken, why should I be rude to my own self? 

Fearful or not, my body isn’t going to know it the instant I take the pills anyway. This is an accumulative drug, not a short-acting drug. 

Right now I have that lump in my throat kinda feeling and again I wonder if my thyroid’s enlarged or if it’s just nerves. Tom thinks it’s nerves since the doctor just felt my neck. I hope he’s right cuz sometimes I feel this without experiencing other symptoms of anxiety on top of it. I otherwise feel very calm and at peace. I have a lot going on, but it’s good stuff other than being nervous about restarting the levothyroxine. I’m excited to see Andy and glad to see it will be sunny and 60s when he’s here. 

It is amazing how much our new living room set completes our giant living room. Better yet the whole house. Now all we need to replace is the kitchen table. Then we can tackle appliances and shit like that. No hurry, though. 

Got my sky blue jersey sheets. They fit the mattress great! A little rough in texture, but once they’re washed and have a date with some fabric softener, they’ll be fine. 

For this year’s NaNoWriMo I’ve written one story that’s 25k words, one that’s 13k words, and today I’m going to begin another 13k-word story. Need to write 13,460 more words to win. Only problem is I don’t know what to write about, LOL. Oh well, I’ll figure it out. That’s what writers do.