Water. That’s another pattern I see. 5 years of water issues in Maricopa, 5 years of water issues in Auburn, and 5 years of water issues here spells a curse to me. I’m seriously beginning to wonder if water is going to be an issue for us for the rest of our lives.

The night before last, I noticed the water was off at 10:30. Given how late it was I worried at first that the problem was us. By the time I crashed at 1:00, the water was still off.

In the morning, Tom not only called into work since he still has days off but also went out walking at around 7:30 and spotted one of the maintenance guys. He said the guy said it actually started leaking at 5:30 but because someone’s house began to flood, he couldn’t leave it on all night and had to turn it off at 9:30. He said it would be back on by 2:00 but it was around 9:00 when it was back on.

Really, I’m sick of this shit! It may be a picnic compared to the extreme health issues I was going through but it still gets old. So much for thinking I would be safe waiting to shower at night.

We picked up my steroid cream and grabbed a few fruits and veggies at Walmart. This time I’ll remember to apply the aqua barrier paste right after applying the steroid.

I ended up getting really gassy and slightly nauseous and was surprised that I didn’t end up having the runs. I just had to go a lot. I wonder if it might have been the cauliflower I ate. The spinach-artichoke dip? I doubt it. My guess is on the cauliflower.

I finished my project for camp and today I’ll begin editing. Don’t know yet if I’m going to submit it to my Amazon publishers or not.

Tom got his surprise electronics box yesterday which he gets every few months. Deciding I wouldn’t mind being surprised myself, I’m thinking I might sign up for one of those $10 perfume subscriptions and let them surprise me with a 30-day atomizer each month. I couldn’t find a perfume and nail polish combo and I don’t want to do a makeup one because I think they would send me too many things I didn’t need or want. I don’t need more than one tube of mascara but I can never get enough perfume!

Last night I dreamed about someone who named their daughters Hope, Paige, and Faith and thought how boring and ugly those names were.

Then I dreamed I was telling Tom that we should swap couches periodically in my second childhood home which we were living in. Apparently, there were four or five couches, some of them being fairly new, down in the basement.

In the next dream, it was nighttime when I saw Tom pull in. A bus was close behind. I knew I had to be on that bus but that it would be there for a few minutes, so I ran to the bathroom. It had to do with Valleyhead though I don’t know how. Before this, I was on the phone with Tom, concerned that he may have to be away for a few days for something beyond his control. I asked how many days he thought he would be gone and he said he didn’t know.

In the last dream, I was in a room watching something on a large screen TV at the crack of dawn. I paused whatever I was watching and went into a bathroom in which a chilly breeze was blowing through the window and closed it.