Really annoys me to be told by Tom that I’m just “more aware” these days and that there aren’t really any more loud cars than usual. Does he think he can brainwash me or something? Been pretty aware and observant all my life. We did NOT have as many loud vehicles years ago. Or as much traffic, loud or not. Plus, others have noticed the same thing. Yet no matter what I say, he’s always gotta disagree or suggests it’s “just me.”

“You’d never complain about a plane before.”

No, I wouldn’t…until there were dozens of them every day. They’ve been better lately but I’m sure that by September they’ll be an issue again. Small planes and helicopters are still a bit annoying at times, but hey, that’s just the new me, right? It couldn’t be because we’re close to an airport. Closer than any other place we’ve ever lived.

Didn’t sleep the greatest, although I’ve slept worse and awoken even more tired than I did. Heard the bastard who’s back as expected leave shortly after I got up. Yeah, he’s the bastard who likely woke me up a few hours before I got up when something loud zoomed by, but I won’t tell Tom that. It just gets too frustrating hearing how it’s just me being more aware, being “angry,” or perhaps I was just dreaming it.

Anyway, I’m sure the prick will be back again soon enough, making up for those few days it didn’t get to see its mommy and daddy. But I won’t make a comment like Carolyn and expect him to comment as well as Jon does. Instead of commenting, he’ll just be bothered by my comment/complaint.

There’s an estate sale going on at Dusty’s, so I guess the woman she took care of who lived there for 30 years died, and that house is next to go on the market.

Aly said she wouldn’t even tell Cam who she was considering dumping, let alone me. So it wasn’t me then. She’d certainly tell Cam if it was.

We went out to Rite Aid and neither of us got a single treat. Well, unless my merlot counts. That’s kind of become my new candy. Love the way it makes me feel and helps me unwind at the end of my day.

I had a dream I rode my bike to some pet store and purchased a small clear pink plastic cage for small animals. Then for some strange reason, I agreed to take this huge box and a large plastic ball, even though I knew I had no use for them and that the animals wouldn’t care for the ball. Instead of telling them, I had changed my mind, I simply said I would have to come back for the big box and ball because I could only take so much on my bike. I decided to myself I wouldn’t return, though.

Then I was talking to a young mom who adopted a baby girl and was a really good mother while remembering a documentary I’d seen about an older woman adopting a child that she abused and thinking how different they were.