Last day of vacation and then it’s back to work for both of us. I have mixed emotions about the vacation coming to an end. I loved taking a break from the usual routine even though I normally enjoy the usual routine. I mostly loved having him around more and getting things done in and around the house. However, we didn’t quite get to everything on our list and it will be nice to have some free time to myself. I still work better alone. That way the only distractions come from outside.

We did almost everything except the murals. The painting was a real bitch. We should have just hired someone to do it for us. The murals only take a couple of hours each and there’s no hurry for that. Got the large mermaid sticker up, though. Love it!

He’s out weed-whacking now and I’m sitting here hoping the fiber-optics people will hurry up and do the areas around our house while I’m still on days. I expected to hear them working around us the last couple of days, but while they were in the park, they haven’t been in this area since I first heard and saw them jackhammering holes up the hill.

The loud car has been coming and going like crazy and I’m damn near ready to smash the fucking thing to pieces. Since when do young people visit mommy and daddy 4 times a day on a Saturday? Shouldn’t this cock be hanging out with its friends and hooking up or are they that much of a friendless loser desperate for attention? If I thought sex was in and relationships were out back when I was in my twenties, it seems to be more of the case these days. Not nearly as many people are getting married either and when they do they’re usually well over 30.

Got my bangs trimmed the other day and the lady that did it did a good job, whatever her name was. She said she didn’t know why I was told my bangs were blended because they’re not. She asked if I wanted them to be and I decided to keep them as they are but layer them.

I also got a new pair of running sneakers. Pale pink girls’ Champions in size 4. I wanted something simple that wouldn’t clash with various outfits but that wasn’t dull either like white, tan, navy or gray.

Tom moved the dishwasher over a bit so that the door would be clear of the oven door by busting out the trim around the cabinet door next to it. After he chiseled that out, he replaced the trim. Now you wouldn’t even know he did anything to it unless you really looked hard. There’s still an opening we want to block so that the rats can’t get under and behind the dishwasher even though these rats are probably too fat to get through the hole.

I kept waiting for my long nails to break so I would have an excuse to cut them off but I got tired of waiting, they just wouldn’t break, so I cut them yesterday. It sure makes doing everyday tasks a lot easier with shorter nails.

We got a new weather strip for the bottom of the master bedroom door to keep it from closing halfway. It also helps block light, though it’s low enough that light wouldn’t be much of an issue unless he needed to turn on the hall light at night and I happened to be facing that direction.

I began throwing Mometasone down there and took a baby Benadryl yesterday for allergies that were acting up and ended up being drowsy enough to nap for a little over an hour. I was tired all day yesterday. Last night I took a 2.5 mg strawberry gummy melatonin but it took an hour and a half to knock me out and my schedule jumped an hour. :(

Last night I had a dream that Tom and I were watching a movie. Some parts were spoken in Spanish and he looked at me as if expecting me to interpret but I couldn’t understand a thing.

Then I also had a dream that had to do with Alyssa. I was peering through mostly glass walls into a large long room that she may have either lived in or worked in.

Next thing I know I was running through a building and down a long corridor. I abruptly rounded a corner and either thought I was going to or actually did run into Alyssa. For some reason, I was afraid to do so and turned to run the other way. I thought about leaving her a note in some elevator too, LOL.

In the last dream my purse was stolen twice and twice Tom had to take my picture for my new ID. The second time around I said, “Hang on a minute. Let me put on some red lipstick.”