Yesterday I did 15 minutes of bike riding, about 10 minutes on the Bowflex, and nearly 2 hours of walking yet I amazingly don’t have a single sore muscle in my body. I thought I would wake up with sore hips or at least blistered feet but I’m good to go. The online jigsaw puzzles make it so much easier. I take breaks in between but it’s the only thing I can stand to do while spending lots of time on the treadmill because it’s so fun and addicting. I can’t do writing, editing, reading, or listen to music or watch TV for that long. I get bored in no time because the treadmill itself is kind of boring. Outdoor walking never bores me but with triple-digit temps, I’m not going to be out there walking for 2 hours given the fact that I didn’t become functional until sunup.

The puzzles take me anywhere from 10 minutes to a half-hour to do depending on how intricate they are and their colors and designs. They range between 100-150 pieces.

I still don’t think my new diet and increasing my exercise are going to make me lose more than a few pounds but I’m going to do it for a while anyway. My body simply doesn’t burn calories normally. It should at least make me healthier, stronger, give me more stamina, and make it harder for me to gain more.

Not really much else I can say. I’m enjoying the summer, doing some laundry now, and getting ready to make up the grocery list before I work on my Camp Nano story. I should win this one easily because I set the word count low and it is a very short story.

No change in Tom’s job. He’s still doing the same thing. Because it’s summer and baseball season is in (we’ve never been fans of the sport), and Crackerjacks and peanuts are popular things to get at baseball games, they gave everyone some Crackerjacks and peanuts. He hates nuts and isn’t into Crackerjacks, so the rats and I ate it. ;-)

Last night I dreamed I was on the phone scheduling what might have been a doctor’s appointment and was telling the woman I talked to that I was in law enforcement and had a seminar at the time she wanted to schedule me, so she bumped me up earlier in the day.

Then I was in what might have been a self-driving car on the phone with Tom. I told him I was already on “Damngoode Street,” so I was almost home. LOL

Then I was visiting or living in an RV where that loud car tried to get by the RV and couldn’t quite fit, so the RV had to pull away. I was hoping the damn thing would get tired of trying to squeeze by and start going around the block.

The most interesting dream was in Florida. It seems like we had just moved there. I wonder if it could mean anything although I wouldn’t think so this far in advance because I still think we’ll probably be here a half a decade or so. Anyway, in the dream, I was at some restaurant with Tom and we were sitting next to each other in a booth. Not sure who was across from us but they asked if we thought we’d ever live in the West again and I said no.

Then I was chatting with half a dozen young women when I got up to say I was going to go for a swim. Nearby was an indoor pool. Tom and my father sat in lounge chairs by it. I started to sign to my dad, “You can’t escape,” and was about to tell him that I used my Spanish on him yesterday so I would sign to him today. But then he said something insulting, though I’m not sure what it was. I walked away, a bit hurt that Tom didn’t defend me but knowing that’s just how he was.

I stepped toward the pool and realized that while I had a bikini top on, I didn’t have the bottoms underneath the pants or skirt I wore. So I returned to hang out with the girls. One of them asked if I was okay, sensing that I was now in a foul mood, but I smiled and said I was fine.

Speaking of my parents, it still makes me sick to this day not only what my mother did but also the way my dad let her do it. There she was doing her best to convince everyone I was a real headcase, but looking back on it, I can see the very angry and disturbed individual that she was and just how much she was the one in need of help. Ah, but she was “too good” for that. She was “better” than that and help was beyond anything she would dare lower herself into getting.