I now have 16,234 Pins on Pinterest and my state is on fire! Wildfires in Malibu, wildfires up north, wildfires all over the state! :-( The northern fires are about 75 miles north of us and in the afternoons the sky takes on a goldish tint and the air is smoky. We’re staying indoors and have all the air cleaners running full blast.

Despite the smoky afternoon yesterday, some asshole was still content to sit outside gunning his fucking motorcycle. The planes rarely take a break, but Sundays are our day off from hearing much of the freeway so it’s nice to get a break from that. Believe it or not, I don’t think I heard any landscaping today which is highly unusual. The latest trend is that the commercial planes are at their worst in the early morning hours. It’s like they’ve replaced the smaller planes not that we don’t still hear those.

Went to Walmart yesterday morning before the smoke rolled in and picked up my prescriptions for both thyroid medications. Although I don’t want to get my hopes up too soon, it’s rather ironic that after reapplying the Return to Sender spell and gathering a bundle of bamboos in seven (that combination is supposed to aid with health), I start feeling much better. :-)

It’s also ironic that if by some miracle this was it, the anxiety lasted on and off for 4 years and 4 months. That number is so beyond unlucky! I highly doubt this is it, though. When has it ever been “it?”

I had a dream we were renting one of my childhood homes of all places (the one I lived in when I was older). In the dream, I was lying in bed one cold gloomy day reading a book. I was reading a paper book and worried that I was going through it too fast. Not sure if I didn’t have any other books to read or if money was tight.

In real life, one probably wouldn’t put a bed on the exterior wall I had the bed on not just due to the bitter cold winters but because of the way the chimney threw off the angle of that wall.

Tom was at work while I lay there reading. We rented the house because I felt cheated out of the time I could have lived in it when my mother gave me up in my teens, and I always liked that house a lot better than the first one. But then realized I was sick of the place and the climate and couldn’t wait to move on.