It’s great that I didn’t have to deal with anxiety last night or the night before, but I am so not listening to planes today! They’ve been back to being totally annoying at night and in the morning. Got an earbud in hissing brown noise since the first one flew by at 5:33, not even six hours after the last one.

I changed the chat theme colors in Messenger just for fun and Facebook just had to let everyone know it too. Can we do any fucking thing online without the whole world having to know about it?

I’m making one of those Brit-style jacket potatoes now. Noticed my appetite has been down for a few days now. I can still eat. I’m just not as hungry. I read that for reasons no one knows, it’s common for many older people to lose their appetites. Well, maybe because we don’t have PMS or perimenopause hunger to deal with anymore, although I would have thought “older” meant those in their 70s and up. I may not be as hungry but I’m not expecting my energy to last much longer since I’ve had to lower my medication.

My weight is down a few pounds and if this trend keeps going I shouldn’t have to worry nearly as much about gaining weight. All I had yesterday was a potato, fish and salad, a plate of broccoli, a banana, a kiddy smoothie, and not much else other than blueberries and pistachio nuts mixed in throughout the day. Today I’ve had the same except in place of fish I had a beef patty.

Tom will be stopping at the store on his way home since he has to pick up his blood pressure medication and will grab me some chicken and hopefully some unsalted peanuts if they don’t have raw. Due to the mercury in fish, I try not to have it every day. Besides, I like variety.

Then at Rite Aid, which is practically outside the entrance to our place, he’ll pick up treats for himself as well as some wine and lentil chips for me, which are surprisingly good. I’ve cut way back on my sugar.

Oh, great. Tom just got a text saying the water will be off tomorrow from 9 to 6. Yeah, I knew it was just about time for the next game of shut-offs. Filling the tub now for extra water.

Muscular dystrophy. I’m listening to some of Kim’s many voice messages now and it just hit me that she almost certainly has MD. She reminds me of that girl Fran was friends with that people thought was drunk when we’d make prank calls via 3-way calling. She had MD. The way Kim has trouble controlling her voice and forming words totally smacks of MD.

When looking at my On This Day sidebar on PB, I saw an entry about a fake account likely created by Kim several years ago that Kathy alerted me to. This was on Facebook. She was calling herself Maya and was supposedly knocked up with triplets and had Tourette’s syndrome. I suppose that might be another possibility as far as what Kim has but I’m thinking MD. I wonder if she would remember that account, if she really created it, and be shocked if I told her I got a friend request from someone with that name and description and all that, hee-hee.

Not like I am with Stacey, though. The one in Arizona. I’m starting to post chapters of the story she “stars” in little by little on my blog. Her daughter Abby allows anyone to comment on her posts, so I gave her a heads-up. I don’t know how active she is on Facebook or how long it will be before she sees it.

Looks like Stacey’s kids turned out to do pretty well for themselves, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were total bigots when it came to gays. Abby seems to be somewhat religious. Maybe not like Palma, but enough to tell me she’s probably pretty conservative and that usually means narrow-minded as well. If there is a God, I still don’t get why people would think that God would want them to hate those who are different.

I would have thought Stacey would be similar to my mother…very negative, domineering and even abusive. But maybe not. Not so sure her kids would turn out the way they seem to have turned out if she had. The whole family seems to be pretty active, sociable and well-off. The kids don’t just seem successful career-wise and relationship-wise, but they seem to be pretty talented as well. When I peeked in on them several years ago, I found that Abby was into dance. There was a shot of her leaping for joy as she graduated from Business School. I can tell just by the way she’s posed in midair that she can dance.

There was a clip of Hanna, the oldest, singing on Spotify and she’s surprisingly good. Not great and a little flat on some notes but overall pretty good.

Anyway, I’m sure Abby will delete my post and block me as well. I don’t expect any of them to read the story, but we’ll see. Maybe they’ll be curious.