Again with the fatigue which I’m guessing is my low-carb diet. I highly doubt I have the virus, and if either of us had or does have it, we wouldn’t know it. No symptoms. We’ve been checking our temperatures every day. He’s usually 98 and I’m usually 97. I’ve been a degree lower than normal for centuries. Maybe because I’m hypo. One is still hypo whether they’re on treatment or not.

Lost another pound which is a bit surprising. I just had some OJ to help give me energy and so I’m not too low on carbs. The vitamin C in it will do me good and help keep me healthy.

Except for the two days I cut my dose, I’ve taken my meds consistently for 5 weeks now. One more week and it’s hello anxiety again. :-(

I agree with Tom in that this shit with the virus is going to determine whether or not Trump is going to get reelected. It’s just gonna depend on how things play out. For us, it doesn’t matter who’s President so much as who’s in the House and Senate. Democrats are always preferable.

Not surprisingly, California has been placed on lockdown as of today. This is nothing new for me, though. I got the social distancing down a long time ago. It’s easy to do when you’ve never been all that social to begin with, something I make no apologies for. Tom has tons and tons of things he’s looking forward to doing during his time off, and while I would have loved being out of school as a kid, I still find myself bored at times. When you do the same things decade after decade with very little variety mixed in, one can get bored after a while. It isn’t that there’s nothing to do. It’s just that I don’t always feel like doing what’s available to me.

Published my book yesterday and it’s already been borrowed. I was really thrown for a loop when I saw pages read from Renting Ginny when that book is no longer for sale anymore. Then it hit me that even though it’s no longer for sale or borrowing, people do still have it on their devices and can always read it later on as some people choose to. Not everyone reads the books they borrow the instant they borrow them. I know I don’t always.

Now that my book is edited and published, I will have to decide whether or not I want to edit additional older books of mine or write some fresh stuff.

I went out walking earlier. The air was cool, but the sun was warm, and I realized that had I still been in the worst of peri, I would have had the hot flashes and racing heart from hell and quite possibly even a panic attack. It felt nice when there was a breeze or I was in the shade, but in the direct sunlight with no breeze, it was warm.

I’ve been making some personal changes and I’m proud of myself for the progress I’ve made, too. Life has taught me that just because someone doesn’t complain directly to you about something you may say, it doesn’t mean they’re not complaining somewhere else. This used to bother me and I would always be paranoid that anything I might say might upset someone, but then I realized that hey, if they can’t tell me directly, that’s on them. Not me. Meanwhile, I’m just going to use my best judgment and be myself. :-) I think that’s all anyone can do.

Also, I thought to myself that I would reach out to Holly and Doc H on Facebook and say goodbye and that I hoped we could keep in touch now and then but then I said to myself, no way! They would never contact me first. Why does it always have to be me to reach out, especially when most of the time no one gives a shit and never replies? Let someone reach out to me first for once, not that I expect they ever will unless it’s someone I would rather not hear from. Like the termites. Oh, yeah, I heard from Mama Termite in my dreams.

I somehow managed to get into her house which didn’t look like her house and was snooping around. Just as I heard her enter the side door, I dashed out her front door, around the side of her house and off to wherever, certain that she had seen me.