So Tom reported for jury duty selection yesterday, but as expected, he wasn’t selected. At about 10:30 we Skyped each other and he told me they were watching stupid movies. There were about 50 people in the room at the time.

Then, out of the blue, it came to me that he would be home around 1:30 instead of 3 as originally told and thought. I told him this, but then he told me they were given a two-hour lunch break and had to be back by 1:30, so I assumed I was wrong.

He returned to the jury waiting room early after going to the cafeteria where some of the people still were when a woman popped her head in the room and said, “This never happens but I was just told that half of you can go home. So go ahead and leave if you want to.”

He looked at his phone and saw it was 1:05. He got in at 1:30 and told me, “You’ve still got it.” Well, it was a very strong vibe, so I was surprised at first when it looked like I’d be wrong, but not worried since it was something trivial. What a nice breath of fresh air, though, as opposed to knowing when someone is going to die or at least reach the beginning of the end. I don’t want to know that shit till everyone else knows, but I can’t help what I see or sense.

In an episode of Cold Case called A Family Cursed, there’s a girl like me whose brother disappeared. She dreamed their father killed him and buried him in the woods. Then she confronted him, and she too disappeared until Daddy’s GF turned him in.

Just like I was reminded that I “still got it,” I was reading around and was reminded that no, I’m not alone, nothing’s wrong with me physically, and I haven’t lost my mind. There really are people in this world who can’t lose weight even when they play all their cards right through proper diet and exercise. Especially if we’re older unless we have great genetics or some kind of medical condition keeping the weight off.

This person said they’d been adhering to a 1000-calorie-a-day deficit through diet and exercise, yet their weight was bouncing back and forth by about 4 pounds two weeks in. They say they’re eating proteins, fruits, veggies, and lean meats, have no known health issues, and a normal thyroid function. Also, that a friend is doing Weight Watchers, eating much more than her, and has lost 10 pounds in two weeks.

I know what it’s like! For me, it’s either diet and exercise to stay the same or don’t and gain indefinitely. I have about 1200 calories and a half-hour of exercise most days of the week, something that would cause me to lose a few pounds a month or more before my mid-30s. I figure that once I get in my 70s, I won’t count calories as much since I “feel” I won’t make it past 77. Have a light to moderate vibe Tammy might not beat 68 and she’s already 62.

His job is a dead zone, though. I see nothing as far as lay-offs or raises…nothing. This leads me to think he’ll be there till at least 66.

The little mama’s boy came in yesterday, and unfortunately, I could hear the bastard loud and clear over the dual sound machines. Again, just too loud too close. I wasn’t asleep yet but that could’ve very easily woken me up if I was. Really, really hope it’s just a rare visit as has been the case for a while now, but I know that sooner or later it’s going to be back to coming around twice a day.

I’m so torn between Florida and New Mexico! I want Florida’s climate, but I’m so tired of having so much activity and so many people so close to me. Yesterday I had to hear Bob blow his tiny little lot for an hour, then the insanely loud blowers the park uses. With the leaves coming down, the landscaping is twice as bad as in the summer.

Decided to use the portable heater in the bedroom where I work and leave the rest of the house at 68°. That’s a good temp for the treadmill anyway. I’ll drop the temp in the bedroom when I sleep and raise the rest of the house when I shower.

It hit me that maybe it doesn’t have to be all or nothing when we move. I had it stuck in my mind that it had to be either a rural place in the west or a Florida park. But maybe there’s an in-between and a way to compromise on getting both space around us and a warmer climate. We couldn’t afford land on the coast of Florida. That’s just outrageously expensive. But then it hit me that maybe we could get an acre in Central Florida. No, we couldn’t get to the beach in just 10 minutes, but it sure would be a much shorter trip than if we went to New Mexico or Nevada. Even from here, it takes a few hours. But there, we wouldn’t have to drive for hours to reach the coast, and we’d be safer from hurricanes while still able to enjoy some really cool storms.

I’ve had a feeling something would happen in September of 2022, but don’t know what. Well, since it makes more sense that we’ll be here till 2024, maybe our moving date will be September 22, 2024.

I don’t want to kid myself every time the noise gets to me and tell myself that some peaceful piece of land in a better climate will eventually be waiting for us, but oh, how I wish that could be the case! No checking anything out without verifying flight/boom paths first and how far it is to civilization, especially hospitals since we will be older, after all.

I don’t “see” Tammy leaving Florida, but don’t know if it’s due to her health or just because it’s hard to imagine her trading FL in for NC. Hopefully, it’s just the latter!

Had a weird dream about living in a two-story house with Larry and Tammy. Our parents were alive and working at a store they owned.

First I got in an argument with Larry on the second floor, then called down to Tammy in the basement to ask if she wanted me to cook her some chicken and was relieved when she said no since I wasn’t in the mood to cook. Then I thought of calling Mom and Dad at the store because I was feeling a little down.

Lastly, I was whining to this couple on the first floor about loud motorcycles waking me up just as one happened to go by. The woman said something about having a hard time sleeping as well because of them.