Lying in bed without air cleaners or sound machines and listening to the nonstop whooshing sound of the freeway along with the planes. With 20-something years left to live, I realize I really ought to get used to it once and for all. The world gets noisier with time, not quieter. If we do manage to nab a place quieter than this someday, it can’t be by very much.

Woke up with that drugged, groggy, dizzy feeling after sleeping at least somewhat shitty. I woke up in the middle of my sleep with a bit of a stuffy nose so I took baby Benadryl after I got up to pee. It just doesn’t make sense that I would wake up this out of it, though. I didn’t even feel this out of it after an adult Benadryl would knock me out into a nap. So why do I feel so tired and out of it? I seemed to have slept okay otherwise. Let’s just say this is one of those days I’m glad I don’t have a schedule and therefore a job outside of home.

My blood pressure was better the last few days but I did have neck knockers when I got up. This was probably because I stupidly slammed on some sugar before bed. I was too tired for a full meal and I didn’t think a handful of nuts and cherries would satisfy my hunger, so I went for the Chips Ahoy like an idiot.

I’ve been doing well with not feeling anxious. When I felt traces of it a few days ago I thought I would be in for yet another long drawn-out, nasty spell, but I’m doing okay if only for now.

Interestingly enough I haven’t heard from Kim since Christmas morning. She rarely skips more than a day without contacting me and I’m beginning to wonder if she’s either really sick or they caught her with her Kindle. I asked Aly if she’d heard from her but we’re on opposite schedules now so I don’t expect to hear from her for a while. She’s having a rough time of it herself. Her 70-year-old dad who just retired is having back surgery and back pain galore, and now her boyfriend has the shingles.

I vaguely remember dreaming about Aly visiting but don’t remember any real details about the visit.