Another day of good sleep. They never went out on their motorcycle. However, when he was napping in the living room, he was woken up by one blazing by. The fact that I slept through it is promising, but there’s a difference between one quickly zipping by as opposed to one right across the street that’s alternating between idling and revving its engine. Plus this place is further back from the road.

We were talking about getting soundproofing blankets to throw over the top of the doghouse and drape down the sides as a combination canopy and door which would look better than the black MLV underneath. I still have to see myself not being woken up by storms and motorcycles to believe it. I just don’t think we’re gonna be able to get it that good.

Still have moments where I don’t feel great emotionally but I’m so used to it now that it’s become a way of life. No, I don’t like it but there’s nothing I can do about it but accept that this is the way I’m always going to be because it’s obviously not going to go away for good.

Later…

I’ve got shitty news and I’ve got great news.

The shitty news is that I felt shitty yesterday. The usual anxiety that eventually morphed into depression. So I’m obviously never going to escape it. I did have a candy bar and canned soup which isn’t helpful but still.

The best news is that I slept through the motorcycle! I crashed at 9 and the bastard went out at 1 for an hour and a half. Then it returned and about an hour or so later he fired it up for 10 seconds to move it into place and recover it. Tom said he came and went. He didn’t sit there idling or gunning it.

This is super encouraging! The question is whether or not it was just a fluke. It could be that I happened to be in a very deep sleep but the fact that it was fired up three times gives me hope. Also, the fact that he covered it again gives me hope that it’s not going to be a regular thing. This still doesn’t mean we’re going to be able to get me to sleep through the storms because that’s going to be even louder and go on for hours. But again, very encouraging.

The truck left at 5:15 yesterday morning so it gave me hope that one of them was working but now we’re thinking they don’t.

Using my Cynthia E email account, I let the office know what I thought of motorcycles being allowed into these places, saying I was a friend of someone living here, and they never replied to “Cindy,” so I’m wondering if maybe they figured out who I am. They could have matched my IP to when I sent them a message using my real name and email address. Hopefully, they won’t spite us like Joy did, but I don’t think they will.

While this place doesn’t come close to being as annoying at night as the other place was with the roaring freeway, you do hear motorcycles blazing down the road our place is off of as well as US-19 on and off all night. Especially late at night and really early in the morning. I doubt there are many places left on Earth where it’s dead quiet at night.

Words can’t express how grateful I am to him for all he’s done to help soundproof the bedroom! Still wish all this shit wasn’t necessary, but we’re never going back to the days of peace. If I keep sleeping through this bald prick’s shit, then in a sense, it’s like getting a temporary green card to stay in Florida. Now we just have to pass the storm test to get permanent residency. Why would I want to live where it couldn’t be 82 degrees on November 17th? I just thought nights in the 40s would be reserved for January.

It says Eileen’s package was delivered and that she checked in on Facebook, but I haven’t heard from her.

I’ve heard stories about women fearing being forced to be mothers that don’t do anything to get rid of it or lose it somehow and I’m like, wait a minute, last I heard it wasn’t illegal (yet) to adopt out unwanted kids. Remember, there are still tons of women out there who are forced not to have kids and while it may not be their responsibility to make their dreams come true, there are always both singles and couples willing to take the kids. So it’s not like anyone’s forced to keep them. I still dread the day more things happen to affect us. It’s already begun with Medicare premium hikes.