So a rapist of 4 teenagers gets probation because prison time is “inappropriate,” according to the sick judge that sentenced the sick bastard. Again, so, so American. But then I picture this sort of twisted shit happening everywhere. Seriously, if there’s a God up there, it can’t possibly claim it loves both genders equally when you consider all that women go through all over the world.

Had some mismatched dreams about various senseless things. In one dream I was in the hotel room that a young famous actress was staying in. I sat at a vanity table that was set up and browsed through her makeup. There was a bottle of foundation that was almost empty. I decided to finish it off and thought it looked great on me.

Then I rose from the chair in what was supposed to be our room all of a sudden worried that I had an appointment tomorrow that I wouldn’t be able to make and would have to get ahold of Tom who was out of the room to let him know that it needed to be canceled. As I did so, I realized I was warm and went to turn up the AC only I accidentally switched it to heat. Nearly burning my fingers, I switched it back to AC.

Then Tom and I were excited about moving to New York of all places. We’d never moved to a place so cold and expensive. It was chilly yesterday morning and the day before, but we’re back to having AC weather. I just hope they’ve got Tuesday’s weather wrong. A high of only 58 and a low of 42? Ugh!

There’s been no sign of anyone next door in days and yesterday, on the way out to Publix, I noticed that they haven’t fixed the blinds that have been half off since we’ve been here. So unless they came down from Canada and took off to go cruising or something like that, they’re not here yet, which means the threat of an additional motorcycle is still there if they have one too.

I just hate the guy across the street. When he’s not actually on the motorcycle, I worry that he’s going to be. I hear enough of that shit in the distance throughout the night. Especially late at night and really early in the morning. So to have it right across the street really sucks. When I was up, he trimmed some more trees and blew his driveway, but his blower is quiet like ours is. Then I saw him cleaning the grill. He’s just so Jesse-like. Always outdoors, in and out a million times a day, and then there’s the motorcycle, although Jesse did ride his regularly.

Sounds definitely travel better in colder weather. I hear more at night during the winter, just like at the old place.

So we ran out to Publix and got some treats. I was definitely bad LOL. I got chocolate chip cake laced with Jack Daniel’s whiskey, some cheesecake, and merlot from a brand named Woodbridge. I like it. It’s smoother. What’s strange is that lately, the top of my scalp feels like it’s burning when I drink. I looked online and found that some people really do experience that. I don’t always get buzzed or flushed. Instead, my scalp just feels like it’s sunburned.

I was also glad to finally find some raw peanuts in the shell.

No noise from the neighbors while I slept. A little after 5 an old woman knocked on the door and asked if we bought the house from George, according to Tom. He told her yes, but we never met him. She said she lives across from the clubhouse. She was carrying bags of fruit so his guess was she has some fruit trees and she usually gave some to George when they were ripe.

George? Could’ve sworn the guy’s name was Charles. Wonder if it was a ruse to get information, though what information I can’t imagine. But as far as I know, there wasn’t no George here. She was either confused or she’s casing us. Well, we haven’t taken any pictures of anybody in their showers with disappearing cameras like in my story, so it wasn’t no pig.

I was up a long time and so my schedule jumped three hours. Really having doubts about being able to keep a day schedule. In order to get up at the same time as I did yesterday, I would have had to short myself by three hours and that would have left me exhausted. I’m still going to try my best for as long as I can. I just think that I might actually be tired more often this way rather than if I just let things wake me up a few times a week.

I’m now using three different browsers for three different accounts on two different sites. In Chrome, I have my private Prosebox account along with Mia. In Edge, I have my public PB account, and I also have Stephanie logged in in that browser. For Firefox it’s my story account and Jill.

I uploaded some pics and doc files to OneDrive on my desktop computer. My laptop is synced to it, so now everything is current on both computers.

Anyway, later this morning we’re hoping to get the blue-tinted cling up in the window over the desk. Plus work on the bedroom walls a little more.