The movers are coming tomorrow and the house will be 95% empty which will definitely make it real! Now all we have to do is hope to hell the sale doesn’t fall through and cause us to have to start all over again. I also worry about waking up too soon the day we leave as well.

Screw Instagram. They won’t let me upload more than one picture at a time unless it’s to the Stories which disappear in 24 hours. Had uploading problems but researched and found that if you have issues you might have to restart your phone. After doing that, they showed up on Facebook and Instagram like they were supposed to. I’ll just upload to Facebook whatever pictures I take when we finally get the fuck out of here.

I messaged both of the “fake” Patricia O accounts to ask why the hell she couldn’t have simply told me I had the wrong person and even sent a friend request to the accounts to help get their attention and I’ve been totally ignored. Makes me wonder about some people!

I don’t want to get my hopes up yet as I pass 4 consecutive weeks of not skipping my medication but when I look back on the calendar for the word “anxious” since I put that word on any day I feel anxious whether it’s just a hint of it or a lot of it, I counted 17 days for last month but just 4 days for this month so far. The reason I don’t want to get my hopes up is that I do have some good spells every now and then where I manage to make it several weeks with just a few scattered days of mild anxiety. I’m hoping it’s a combination of the new supplements and getting further into menopause but I still wonder at times if the medication building up as it does when I pass the 6-8-week marker could still have a hand in it. Guess I’ll find out soon enough!

We went to Rite Aid yesterday and saw that Nancy was here. She had a cable truck here. Don’t know if she’s moved in yet but I wouldn’t be surprised if she was before we left which kind of sucks because then there’s going to be a lot of door-slamming and company. My sleep is so critical at this point that anything that’s a potential threat to it puts stress on me.

Had a series of strange dreams. Again, they were quick and senseless. In one of them, I was standing in our (future?) kitchen posing in certain positions because my joints had been stiff and I was worried I lost even more mobility. But I was glad to find I hadn’t as I looked up through a skylight and saw it was raining.

Tom was in another room and I was thinking about how Stacey and I exchanged a few messages which I mentioned to him.

Earlier, he was telling me I could get food cooked in grease and have it delivered because we had a monthly delivery service plan and every so often for no extra charge they would cook it in this special grease, LOL.

In the next dream, I entered an apartment or condo somewhere that was set up as perhaps some kind of group home. “I’m back,” I said to the handful of people sitting in the living room watching TV, worrying that I forgot to dress and was completely naked. The people in the living room ignored me and I looked down and realized with relief that I had a sundress on.

I spotted someone I recognized in the kitchen and asked if she was from Virginia. She nodded and I asked her if anyone from that state ever appeared on my phone bill that tried to contact me when they were checking everybody’s phone records in search of someone that was causing some kind of trouble. I told her I couldn’t remember the name of the town but in my mind, I was thinking of Maliheh even though she lives in a different state in real life.

Then I heard guinea pigs squeaking somewhere as I traveled through the place and out onto a balcony made up of a small pool and a large pool that was sunken into a rock floor. I now magically had a swimsuit on and jumped down into the large one. I opened my eyes underwater to try to get a sense of how deep the pool was. There were at least half a dozen other people in the pool area and I asked the closest one to me how deep the water was. She said, “It depends. It’s connected to the ocean.”

“So there’s no way of knowing?” I asked.

The woman shook her head even though I noticed a small pool nearby with a little sign saying “Sandy” which I took to mean was shallow.

I said that whoever owned such a beautiful condo was lucky and the woman agreed as she pointed to an older woman in a one-piece black G-string bathing suit walking away from us along with someone else they were talking to.

Then I went to get out of the water and had to climb up a ladder to do so. But the steps were so steep I could barely pull my weight upward. Some guy reached down to help pull me up and the dream ended with us struggling to get me out of the pool.