So much for the power of prayer for those who practice it because I got some bad news from Tammy. The part of her roof over the kitchen and dining area is leaking, her lanai has received heavy damage, and the trees and shrubs they put so much time and money into planting have been demolished.

Heart attacks, back surgeries, her car accident, two kids hospitalized at such a young age… is it me or does it seem like her life is actually worse since moving to Florida?

I’m guessing she has insurance to cover the damage but it still sucks, especially since the house is relatively young and roofs usually last 20-30 years. Pretty sure the house is something like 11 years old. Not sure if it’s inhabitable right now or if she’s still staying with the girls, but at least the house as a whole wasn’t picked up and tossed halfway across town, and the stuff inside it should be okay. I don’t think she can live there right now because she said she’s without power. Something like 10 million people are.

My cousin’s daughters posted that she and her husband are okay but that there’s “devastation all around them.” I can just imagine too, since Irma ended up hitting her side of the state more than Tammy’s. I’m hoping they’ll share pictures at some point.

This has really got me thinking… do I really want to move to Florida? Do I? Since Florida is dangerous and Hawaii is too expensive, maybe our best bet will be the Nevada desert. Still have a good 5-10 years to decide. I just know I don’t want to stay here and be so close to such busy roads for the rest of my life, and it would be nice if I only had to hear landscaping sounds once a week instead of nearly every day.

So nice to know that a fellow Proseboxer enjoyed my book and that she left a review. Only problem is the review is not visible and I wonder if there’s a delay with that appearing or if something went wrong along the way. Reviews are extremely important at this point even if they’re not 5-star.

I went to stain my hair yesterday and when I stepped out of the shower it looked like I hadn’t done a thing to it. The roots were just as gray as they were before. It hit me that my leave-in conditioner probably blocked the stain. So I jumped back in the shower, shampooed my hair, and then re-lathered up the staining shampoo, and now I have nice shiny dark brown hair. So as I’ve learned, it’s best to shampoo conditioners and oils out of your hair first to really lock in the color. The hair needs to be wet anyway, and this gets it wetter than if you just rinse it. It’s so much easier to use and so much easier to get even coverage, and all without the harsh smells and damage of traditional dyes.

When I first started using it I thought it was too dark for me, but I’ve gotten used to it and have come to like it. I got the perfect shade this time that’s dark but doesn’t look witchy.

Temperatures continue to be unusually high but by Thursday it will have dropped 20°. Alexa says there’s a 55% chance of rain tonight. I hope not because I want to go out for a late-night run, but then again, rain is refreshing in these temps. It’s the winter rain that sucks, but this winter I’ll be prepared with my little pink plaid rain boots and pink raincoat.

When I heard the loud car leave at something like 7:15 yesterday morning it gave me hope that perhaps they’re working again. The cock that drives it never struck me as a morning person unless it had to be. So I’m really hoping that’s the case so that during the week I only have to hear the fucking thing four times a day instead of six or more, cuz come on, they’re not going anywhere anytime soon any more than I’m going to be allowed the luxury of being able to take my meds every single day, month after month, without anxiety. If I ever am, it won’t be this year, and they’re not going anywhere this year either.

Soon I will be doing some editing on my next book and some cleaning.