And they’re STILL working on the house. Starting to doubt they’ll finish before the year is out but that’s what I figured from the get-go. Not hearing much today, though, other than the usual buzz of small planes. There is something annoying about those engines as opposed to the big commercial ones even though they’re not as loud. If they could simply fly over and move on, then that would be one thing. It’s the fucking circling round and round that gets on my nerves. I can hear it over the sound machine.

Although it’s light, I’m definitely having enough of a flow to finally constitute a real period. My boobs are no longer sore. I just wish I would stop bleeding already! I hope that if I don’t get another period that’s normal in a month I’ll get another five-month break from them, but my guess is that I’m going to go back to getting them every other month or so and I’ll probably have a month of monster PMS leading up to it. :-(

I got an interesting reply to my EMDR entry from a 70-year-old woman who’s been following me for quite some time now. She said she can relate to dulled emotions after having EMDR done in the 90s. She said it must only be good for 20 years, though, because lately she’s noticed she’s crying more and feeling more emotional overall. So maybe when I’m 70 I’ll need to be re-EMDR’d. I really like being this way. As I told her, I can still get angry if given a reason to be, and I would be sad if anyone I cared about suffered but it’s just not the same. Undergo EMDR and you’ll see what I mean. Initially, you’re like a microwave on full power. Afterward, you’re down to about 50% power.

The other night I dreamed they threw ropes around two areas of the planet to suspend an umbrella above half of the earth but above where planes flew. I don’t know why they did this or how they managed to keep it hovering above the earth since it was still within the gravity pull.

Last night I had a dream that Tom had been sitting on a bench alongside a street and later told me that while he was there, Paula happened by either on a bike or on foot and recognized him from pictures she’d seen. They talked for a while about whatever.

I guess Nervous was living with us in the next dream. He left the house at something like 7 PM and I asked him what time he would be back. He said 11 o’clock and I said that that was when Tom would be home. He didn’t answer and I could sense the jealousy within him.

Then, after saying that there was no other place in the world I’d rather be than hanging out with Tom, I was doing a handstand in a swimming pool somewhere for the first time in a long time. But it wasn’t the simple task it had been in the 90s. Now my arms felt weak and my body felt heavy. It seemed to take me forever to get back on my feet, though, and I was running out of air as I struggled to upright my body and break through the water’s surface.