The last couple of days I had borderline anxiety and my heart got a little racy. It’s also starting to get a little too easy to lose weight and I’m kind of surprised I haven’t had the runs. To be on the safe side, I skipped my meds yesterday. I haven’t officially hit menopause yet and therefore my hormones could still be a bit out of whack, making me more sensitive to a lower TSH.

Still experiencing some pain in my mouth and still hoping I won’t have to make yet another dentist appointment to find out why. It’s like the harder I try to slow down the appointments, the more shit comes up. I want to be able to go a few months between appointments, not a few weeks. But now I may have to go back to the dentist as well as to a dermatologist. Not sure a dermatologist can help me, though, if my rashes are due to having an AI disease.

Speaking of which, I just finished running my journals from 1997 through Grammarly and read that my mother did in fact have low thyroid, high cholesterol, and diabetes. Her diabetes may have come from the fact that she spent most of her time sitting on her ass in front of the TV.

We picked up our new glasses yesterday. Mine is stylish and nice-looking for one who has to wear them all the time. I miss my perfect vision more than my slim body. When we were there I saw that they accept old glasses as donations. Wish I’d brought in my oldest pair. If someone who’s struggling financially can use them, great. Every time I get new glasses I weed out my oldest pair. I have several pairs scattered throughout the house… in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the bedroom. My oldest pair is the ugliest. They’re brown single-vision lenses. I got them before we moved in here. I’ll bring them in when we go to get prescriptions.

Walmart gave us a bunch of free goodies when we picked up the groceries, which was nice. Especially after the way they screwed things up online so much. They go out of stock a lot, they mess up our favorites section, etc. Anyway, there was candy, oatmeal, a can of SpaghettiOs, a sponge, facial cleanser, hot chocolate, toothpaste, Chapstick, and a can of Starbucks strawberry lemonade soda.

Part of the stuff came in a Christmas stocking which I hung in the rats’ cage, even though they may be a bit big to burrow into it. These breeds don’t usually get as big as hoodies, but they are big boys.

I got my incense yesterday and I absolutely love it! It’s as fresh as the woman told me it would be and smells wonderful. I was surprised to find that the sticks were colored in lots of fun colors, and she also gave me nine extra fragrances. Fortunately, none of them have any kind of a citrus smell to them. The bags have large easy-to-read labels as well. I’m burning X-Tasy now.

Yesterday I got an idea when browsing Pinterest, a site that annoys me as much as I love it, for painting decorative rocks. I went out and got a fairly good-sized rock, rinsed it, and later I’ll take my nail art polishes and see if I can paint some flower designs on it.

I’d like to go out today but I don’t know where to go. The thing about having money is that I now have everything I could ever want or need (except for a house on the beach in Hawaii), so I don’t need to go shopping and I don’t like to eat out very much. Too many calories that way. Besides, we just got groceries. Maybe it’s time to look into that indoor skydiving place we saw.

Last night I dreamed that I went to a restaurant and was waiting for Tammy to join me. I had a baby Berkshire rat and an adult dumbo that was cream-colored with me. There were cutouts for windows but no actual windows in the openings. I looked out the “window” by the booth I sat in and spotted my father. I asked him to go get me a camera. He fetched me one in two seconds and I took pictures of the rats.

Then Tammy joined me and I said, “The reason I want to show you what Burke looks like is so you can see how soft and shiny he is being a brown-black color.” LOL

But the baby Burkey turned shy and decided to hide in a glass full of some powdery or sandy substance. Instead, she got to meet the cream Dumbo, haha. One of the last things she would ever want to meet.

In the last dream, the courts decided that I should do the remaining six months of probation that I got out of in Arizona. The only difference is that there didn’t seem to be as much time from when it ended. It seemed like within a year of being let go early, I sent Scott a letter thanking him for putting in a good word for me to get me off early, and then I was ordered to finish it and had to go back and see him. I believed it didn’t have anything to do with my letter to him, though why I let them order me around like that in this day and age is beyond me. I guess we just do weird things in dreams. It was strange too because I was contemplating making him some incense and giving it to him at our final meeting.