I slept like a log the night before last, but last night I didn’t sleep as well. Only 6 ½ hours. Anything less than about 7 ½ hours and I’m tired. I’ve still been able to function though.

I had a dream that I had a spot of lip cancer removed from my top lip and then a short while later I had a spot removed from my bottom lip. The doctor was an older guy in a wheelchair.

Then I got up, took my pill, and asked myself, “Did I just take Levothyroxine for the last time?” Well, we’ll see since the Tirosint starts tomorrow! I’m a little hopeful and a lot nervous.

It’s been stormy today, so it’s a nice change and it’s keeping them quiet across the street. They’re still coming and going, so there are still car doors slamming and honking, but I don’t have the motorcycle stress on me. Love that the countdown has now fallen into the teens. That is unless he leaves earlier or later. If not, then we’re about 19 days away from him leaving.

Last night I thought one of their dogs might have been barking even though they were home. I can’t swear it was one of their dogs, but I’m guessing they shut them in one of their lanais so they wouldn’t get in the way of whatever they were doing, and one of them wasn’t happy about it. Pretty fucking rude.