My heart was racing again. It did this the night before too, after eating. It’s almost like there was something in the tortellini recipe making it race, but I can’t imagine what. I managed to get five or six servings out of the tortellini and it basically fed me for a day and a half. The same amount of weight it put on me. I swear if I wanted to gain weight, all I would have to do is eat bread, pasta, rice, and peanut butter. I think even just pasta alone would do it.

Some groceries are to be delivered tomorrow. Since it’s harder to lock in a delivery time with so many people getting their groceries delivered, we decided it would be easier to get things delivered every few days rather than weekly. The only “bad” thing I ordered to make us tomorrow besides a small sweet treat of mini M&M’s in a tube is Red Lobster’s Cheddar Bay biscuit mix.

I also ordered a twin pack of Cornish game hens for the first time ever. You can bake them in the oven, but they recommend a cookie sheet with a rack which I don’t have at this time, so I’m going to slow-cook them. I know I could use a casserole dish, but I really love slow cooking. Because they’re small and the cooker is small, I’m going to make one at a time. I can’t see myself eating more than one at once anyway. I’ll season it to taste and cook it over some veggies. Learned that they’re not even game hens but young chickens and therefore have less fat. I prefer dark meat to white but I’m sure I’ll still like them.

Having some fluky weather. We don’t need the heat or anything but the rain we’re getting is unusual for this time of year when it’s supposed to be hot and dry. There is also a flash flood warning for tomorrow.

I hope Tom is right with his time frames. I’m thrilled that we won’t have to worry about money for many months but what then? I asked him what we would do when the money runs out and we’re back down to $1200 a month in retirement checks which aren’t enough to live on. Well, he feels confident that we’ll be fine for the rest of the year and that early next year, there will be a vaccine at which time he’ll get a job and not have to worry so much about getting sick. Wish I could be as confident as he is! It’s just that they felt certain they would have an AIDS vaccine yet 40 years later, there isn’t one. As he said, though, this is very different than AIDS.

I really hope nothing comes up to prevent or delay us from moving next year! And I also hope that whenever I’m destined to have new health issues or old ones that get worse, it isn’t until after we’re moved and settled.

It seems we really have been compensated with money after many years of struggling. I wish I could believe that we’ll be compensated with a beautiful home and an ideal location that’s peaceful and that I love so much and never want to leave until I die, but I can’t believe that for a minute. I would love for that to be the case, but I just can’t see it. Then again, I never would have thought we’d not have any money problems for 9 years, so maybe - just maybe - I’ll be pleasantly surprised even if I highly doubt it.

Had a horrible nightmare. One that certainly can’t reflect anything that’s going on now, so I have no idea where the hell it came from because we’re the furthest from losing the place than we’ve ever been before in our lives. The dream didn’t make much sense in a lot of ways. I was alone yet Tom was still alive. It’s like I couldn’t get to him or something like that. Then there was something about a phone ringing late at night and being back in Massachusetts. I wouldn’t answer it because I was sure that whoever was calling had bad news or was at least someone I didn’t want to hear from.

The scary and sad part of the dream was being stuck in this hotel. I was out somewhere and this woman that sort of resembled Nane was driving me back to the hotel. Then I realized I’d forgotten my room key. “Nane” was frustrated with me, wanting me to make up my mind where she was to drop me off because she was in a hurry and didn’t feel safe being in public with the virus still going around.

Once she dropped me off at my hotel, I was able to get inside my room easily enough because the housekeeper was in it. I found that someone had ripped off most of my stuff. My lungs were tight and I told myself not to panic since I didn’t have my inhaler but then I found it in one of my bags. After I took a puff, I noticed a woman and a man sitting at a small table by the door playing cards and smoking. I demanded that they take their cigarettes outside and was determined to find who stole my stuff. I was questioning some guy at some point and had to resist the temptation to strangle him before he could if not tell me directly then at least point me in the right direction.

I began to feel a sense of hopelessness and to believe that death was my only savior. I then started crying as housekeepers and whoever passed by me as they came and went. I sobbed, “I’m gonna die,” but no one seemed to care.

At least the dream ended on a good note. I was getting it on with some woman and I came like I was under 50 again. LOL

Aly admitted she was still in touch with Molly but only through Fitbit and that was sporadic.