Andy turned 60 yesterday. Andy, who wants to be called Mark. He said it took his family a while to get used to the idea of it and it will definitely take me a while too. I’ll call him that directly, but will refer to him as Andy in my journal and when discussing him with Tom.

I’m not sure who the hell it was, but I was hearing some kind of power tool for a few days. It wasn’t a circular saw. If anything, it reminded me of an electric drill. I first thought it was across the street because of the way he moved his golf cart back into his driveway. Then for a split second yesterday, I saw him with a blower. Maybe it was coming from behind him. I saw an old guy stop at his place the other day. They chatted for about 20 seconds and at one point the guy gestured behind his place. It wasn’t nearly as maddening as when Bob and the guy that moved in across from him would be at times. I could drown it out with the air cleaner on low, but couldn’t drown out anything at the old place on high.

While I was unwinding with my audiobook at 3:30 yesterday, out went the motorcycle for an hour. I could hear it, but I could also definitely see how I could sleep through it with the underwater sounds playing. All I had on at the time were the air cleaner and fan.

I saw him put the golf cart in back again as well. This was while watching on the camera.

Interestingly enough, as soon as I asked Jessie to text me her address and she agreed to do so, so I could send her the gifts, I didn’t hear from her for a couple of days. Tom suggested that maybe asking for the address freaked her out, but I didn’t see why it would after all these years. Instead, I figured she was busy even though she did check in on Facebook on and off over the last couple of days.

She just told me a little while ago that they got their moving pod and have been busy unpacking and she’s working as well. It is a weird coincidence, though, that does make me wonder. She had time to check in on Facebook but not to text me her address? She said she’s not freaked out at all and I would hope and I would think that she would say so if she didn’t want to divulge it. Even though I shouldn’t let it get to me, I get tired of waiting on people who claim they’re busy. We’re all busy. I’ve never been busier. I can’t remember the last time I looked at the clock and realized I had four or five hours left of my day to figure out what to do with.

The AC guy came out yesterday, and all hopes of getting an AC for 4K have been dashed with the ongoing inflation crisis. They did, however, offer to sell the same AC for 6K that the first guy wanted to sell for 9K. Still, that’s a lot of money we owe. He was kind enough to throw in a new grill for us and also add smart features. It’ll be done by next Monday.

I guess I misunderstood Tom when I said he’d given up on the rest of the projects. He said he just doesn’t want anymore. Unless an emergency comes up, I can’t imagine what more there is other than what we’ve already talked about. They left some Round-Up here so he went out and used it up on the weeds that were growing by the house.

Today’s lab day. I’m just a little tired because I forced myself to get up a little earlier, not wanting to sleep too late in case they can’t get the AC in before Monday. It takes the better part of the day to do it, so they’re going to be out at around 10:00.

For once I had some unusual and interesting dreams, even if they were still negative. It started off with me thinking of Andy traveling alone and thinking how boring it would be if I was traveling alone.

Then Tom and I were staying at a hotel. When I got up in the morning, the coffee machine exploded. As I was cleaning up the mess, I realized my medication was sitting there and I thought to myself, didn’t I already take my med this morning? I was afraid to take it in case I was double dosing, but then I was afraid not to because I didn’t want to mess up my lab results. I opted not to and we left the hotel, which was a brief and quiet stay. I don’t know where we were or where we were going.

Then Tom and I were sitting in what looked like the center of a mall. We weren’t sitting right next to each other although we could see each other.

I noticed a young girl who had been a part of a group of girls who were wearing matching dresses and quickly singing something. One was heavily pregnant. The girl who was in her 20s or 30s kept looking at me. Finally, she approached me and told me how pretty I was and how she wanted to get a picture of me. I thought it was odd that anyone would find me attractive at this age but consented to have my picture taken.

“I would have worn makeup had I known you were going to take my picture,” I said.

She said that was no problem and then another woman who was a little older was smoothing back my hair to one side. A split second later I was nodding to Tom as I was heading out of the mall with the women and sitting between them in a car heading towards a place I assumed they were going to take my picture in. But then I started getting suspicious about their vagueness and what their true intentions were. I began to fear they were taking me to a strip club. I told them I was open-minded and I had been a stripper way back when and was bisexual and all that but had only agreed to have my picture taken and didn’t want to be gone long. They said something about 15 minutes to three hours. I didn’t have my phone with me, so I asked to use theirs so I could let Tom know where I was. Although the woman did hold out her phone to me, I suddenly realized I couldn’t remember Tom’s number. So the dream ended with me never knowing for sure where I was going or with any way to reach Tom.