Signed up on Author Central and created a bio page on Amazon which looks very nice and professional looking. Not too fond of the picture I used, but hey, it’s me.

Felt pretty wound up yesterday so I’m just going to go back to 50s daily except for Mondays and Thursdays until 6 weeks before my next trip to the lab. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get past 6 weeks without having to lower my dose.

28-mile-an-hour winds are expected tonight beginning at 11. Hopefully, it will give me a break from the planes for a while. Beginning to wonder if it’s going to rain again this year.

I think when the clocks go back I’m just going to ditch my alarm clock since I can’t see very well anymore, especially with the damn thing being backlit which makes it even harder to see, and eventually get an Alexa with a clock in it for when I wake up in the middle of the night and don’t feel like shouting over the sound machine. I don’t need a traditional alarm clock anymore since I can use Alexa’s alarm.

Haven’t heard Santa’s mutts lately, which even Dixie says annoys her at times. I can see where it would since she’s closer to them. I’m surprised that such nice people would be so inconsiderate too. That’s usually the kind of thing you expect from freeloaders, not sweet little old grandma and grandpa.

We’re deciding on what kind of insurance plan to go with beginning next year. There’s a plan in which you could text a doctor for free, but they take more per paycheck. Then there’s a plan where they take less per paycheck but charge $5 per text. Since he’s healthy and I don’t plan on having any more problems for a good long time, we’re probably going to take the second plan.

Went for a walk earlier and now I’m relaxing with some chardonnay. Had a very violent dream last night. I was forced to kill some guy that was trying to kill me. I knew without a doubt that it was a case of me or him and it wasn’t going to be me if I could help it. I don’t know why he was trying to kill me, but I had a rock in my hand and managed to stun him by whipping it into his face. After I hurled the rock and stunned him with surprise and pain, I pummeled his face with my fists to the point that my hands were bloodied. Whenever they would hit his teeth, they would receive gashes, but since it was a life-or-death matter, I wasn’t the least bit worried. I only became concerned after he was dead because I wasn’t sure if I should dare take a chance on trusting the police to believe I was forced to kill, or just keep quiet about it and hope for the best.