I swear I heard music thumping for 40 minutes again tonight, yet also again, whenever I went outside to try to get a sense of exactly where it was coming from, I didn’t hear a thing. WTF?

The most likely plan we’re going to go with, assuming life lets us, is that he’ll get a holiday job in the fall. Hopefully, that won’t be too hard to get due to his age and in a place that tends to give first dibs to minorities, illegals and foreigners whether they’re qualified or not to avoid being called racists. Maybe someday people won’t be so obsessed with what others think of them or call them.

It’s just that there are my sleep issues to think of and the fact that he hates driving. He’s always found it to be very stressful. So why put additional stress on us even if it would only be for a week or so? If the 1100-mile drive from Arizona to Oregon could be as disastrous as it was with us nearly getting run off the road, then breaking down, and then getting stuck, I’d hate to think of what a nearly 3000-mile drive may bring us!

The plan is to hop on a plane and fly to a readily available house after hiring a realtor to find what we’re looking for, even though I highly doubt it will be that simple for us. Whatever is?

Will be seeing my doctor on the 20th since my neck is a little uncomfortable, especially when I’m lying down. I’d rather just get it over with and find out what it is and what I can do about it if anything at all.