Forgot to charge my phone last night but brought it from 17% to 24% while brushing my teeth. My bottom right molar is still bothering me, too.

Starting to get a little worried that life is going to shit on our plans. I just don’t see an end to this virus anytime soon. One’s plans rarely go as expected if they even go at all. We’re no exception to that rule. So I worry about ending up broke and unable to move.

They can’t keep us locked down forever. If they don’t come up with a vaccine, then sooner or later they’re going to have to let us out and hope for the best.

If by some miracle things do work out, the plan is to get out of here next year. We’ll pack our shit in a shipping container and have it driven to whatever town we choose to live in. Then we’ll fly to a hotel there and hopefully pick out and purchase a place quickly.

Even though it’s been quieter overall with the island closed and the virus going around, I can’t wait to get out of here. Forget about what it sounds like; I just want a newer place for once! I’m tired of living in places built in the last century. I want the date our place was built to start with a 2 for a change.

Not at all surprisingly, I could hear someone sawing, but it was further away so it wasn’t that annoying. Again, I know I’ve said it a million times, but I can’t believe how often they do that here! As in using circular saws. Never lived anywhere like this before. It’s just ridiculous that you hear that so often here of all places.

At least we’re not the only ones with occasional woodpeckers, after all. He and I were sitting out on the bench swing during a quieter moment when we heard a few pecks coming from somewhere across the street. Either on Dahl or Geri’s carport, I’m guessing.

Geri, and someone who was visiting her, were counting my laps when I took the bike around the circle yesterday evening, LOL. She said to do 10 laps and I’ll have gone a mile. Four was enough for me in the heat and the main point was to see if I could catch Dixie out and about. I not only didn’t see her, but she hasn’t responded to my email which is a little unlike her, so I hope everything is okay with her. I’ll take the bike out again this evening but will make it a little later. Maybe she doesn’t go out till after dark.

I lost 2.5 lbs. in 3 days but I’m not sure I want to bother with fasting. If I do, I’ll do it tomorrow. If I had to guess, while I’m sure I wouldn’t lose any weight fasting, I might at least stay the same. If I continue low-carb, however, my weight will automatically reset itself back to where it was on its own. This is what I’m used to and what my body is most comfortable at, so yeah, not sure I want to fast for nothing. I’ll take today to decide whether or not it’s worth doing just to see what happens for sure.

I was thinking of sharing pics when I get up on Facebook instead of Twitter because there are more people I interact with there who could see and enjoy them. I would just make sure they were public so those I wasn’t connected to could see them as well. It’s just that Twitter is dead and no matter how much I try, I really can’t get into it. Pretty sure no one I know follows me there, but if you do, you’ll know why if I decide to deactivate the account. Haven’t decided that one yet, though. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to just leave it sitting there. I don’t have to use it just because it’s there.

Ironically, Molly doesn’t suspect that I’m Penny, but she suspects I voted “no” when she was fishing for compliments by asking in a poll if people thought she was pretty. “I know it’s you, Jodi,” she tweeted. “Admit it. Have a problem with me? We can talk it out.”

Aly must’ve told her that she thinks I’m Penny. But once again…how would she figure that out??? Penny’s tweets are private. Aly could only see them if Molly copied them for her. At least I’m guessing that even though Aly isn’t presently connected to her there she’s at least checking out her tweets.

Ugh, Santa and his fucking mutts! Yeah, they’re more obnoxious in nicer weather.

Too bad about Kim’s younger and only brother being hospitalized with the virus, even though he’s expected to be okay.