Well, I can no longer say it rarely rains here. Today is supposed to be dry and so I don't expect it to be very peaceful. The landscapers have already been in front. 

Still loving Google’s speech-to-text! I just hate it when I have to clear my throat or something because then it confuses it. I like to speak-write my journal and whatever dreams I can remember from the previous night while I am waking up with coffee. It's just that for some strange reason I wake up a little congested. I have no idea why since I do not smoke. 

Although I have never been a fan of holidays and I personally find them to be more of a pain in the ass than anything else, I really like the seasonal flavored coffee creamers they have at this time of year. I'm trying the Snickerdoodle right now and it's pretty good. Not as good as Crème Brulee but it is still good. 

I already got this journal entry out of order because once I pause the microphone in between thoughts, it causes the cursor to jump back to the very beginning. I will have to remember this in the future and also organize this entry before I post it online. 

The person who always used to say that text messaging was a complete waste of time has already sent text messages to both Tom and Alison. I would still have that very same attitude if it weren’t for the fun speech-to-text. 

Tom threw away my raspberry jelly last night. His airheaded wife did not refrigerate it after opening it like she was supposed to. 

After my coffee is finished I need to jump in the shower and wash my rapidly shedding hair. I just hope that it doesn't thin to the point of bald spots. Right now it is still long, thick and curly. 

I paused this entry to shower and eat. My day has been off to a rough start. I couldn’t eat in peace, thanks to the landscapers, and then I felt like something was stuck in my throat, which set off my anxiety. And then I had the runs a few times. I think I’ll survive, though. 

My heart’s been a little racy the last few days, or more so it’s been beating hard than fast. Really hope it’s not connected to the medication. 

Tom called the green waste people yesterday but it turns out that last week was recycle week, not green waste. Oops. 

Last night I had a dream that one of my Prosebox buddies nursed me back to health when I had a really bad flu. I guess Tom was really busy or something and she felt the need to jump in and help, LOL. 

I also dreamed that I was held somewhere against my will. I don't know what kind of a place it was, though. It seemed like money was needed to get me out so maybe there was some type of ransom demanded. Tammy told me that she was going away for a few days and one of the things she was going to be doing was gambling. My dream self knew that somehow her gambling and winning money would help get me out of there. I started to slip and tell her that somebody (Jessie?) already told me she was going gambling and made me promise not to tell anybody that they told me. Wherever this place was, they couldn’t have treated me too poorly because I was telling somebody, “People give me tea here.” 

Aly had her upper teeth pulled yesterday. Says there’s been more bleeding than pain, and of course it feels really weird. It’s going to take time for her to get used to. 

Andy is to be going to Florida in a few days and he told me that he would keep in touch with me on Ask just like he normally does. This is because he is taking his new Kindle with him, admitting that he can't go a day without going online. I am so sorry that he got that damn Kindle! They obviously aren't keeping him busy and entertained enough during his vacations. I like the occasional breaks from Ask because then it makes it more special when he returns. 

Starting to wonder if any of the questions on my other Ask account came from Mary. As in Mary G turned Mary D. Someone from Fort Meyers entered my blog from there last night after I received some questions.