Irma's leaving tomorrow as that's when the new guy moves in. Very nervous about what we're in for! Please God, Goddess, guardian angels, ancient ancestors - anyone - no barking, loud engines, or power tool obsessions!

She asked me to pray that she and Richard have a safe journey up to Canada and I said I would even though I'm still not sure I believe in that. I just didn’t tell her that part of it.

I asked for an update on the meeting she was supposed to have had with the new owner this morning, but I haven't gotten anything. If it wasn't for the fact that she doesn't appear to have been online, I would be worried that she learned something she hesitates to tell me because she knows I'm not going to like it. I reckon, however, that she's very busy this evening with her last-minute packing. I'm sure it's a pretty emotional time for them too. They sold the place because they're getting too old, not because they wanted to despite missing their grandkids.

Saw a tall skinny guy pull up in front of next door in a white convertible when they were out. He walked up their driveway (I couldn't see what he did) and then got back in the car. I'm guessing that might have been the realtor.

Anyway, I'm trying to remind myself that most people here don't have dogs, most don't have motorcycles, and most don't make a career out of playing with power tools either. Well, except for the house down the street. If they can afford to hire someone to do this much work for them why not just get a new place?

Again, I'm trying not to worry. I'm surprised by how fast the house sold. I really thought I would have a year or so before it did. Something wants me to hurry up and quit worrying because the new neighbor is quiet, or they're not and it's anxious to throw the bad neighbor curse back on me. A single male is the worst neighbor to get. At least if he was married or had a girlfriend they would be doing things together at times. But what does a single retired guy with all kinds of time on his hands have better to do than entertain himself with some very annoying toys? Then again, Steve has a GF and I know I would want to throttle him if he was next to us. He was blasting music and had his usual loud friends visiting. At this distance, I don't mind, though. Especially with things running. If the AC and fans were off along with air cleaners then I might hear something every now and then.

I just hope this guy isn't as sociable and doesn't bring the same shit in front of his place with these houses being so close! I don't want to have to worry about being woken up and I don't want to be driven crazy while I'm awake either.

I woke up kind of tired yesterday because I forgot to lower the temperature in here so I woke up warm a few times. I knew those few nights of good sleep and feeling more energetic were going to run out on me soon enough anyway. I wouldn't be surprised if it was a while before I slept well again. I don't tend to sleep as well on the schedule I'm on now. I'm tired today too, but not quite as much. I was able to scrub the bathroom down, even though it took the wind out of me.

I wonder why I haven't been hearing from Jessie as much lately. Anytime I ask how things are going she either ignores the question or just says they're okay. I wonder if she thinks I'm lying about communicating with her son. I can only tell her the facts, though, if that's what's going on. I think she either misunderstood or perhaps Wyatt has another friend with my name. If not, then her kid has a problem. Why else would he say we've been in touch if that's what he really said?

Not surprisingly, Jess said she hears things at her place too, but nothing too horrible.

When I used the ECG earlier, there was a double beep as if my heart beat twice in the space of time it usually beats in but it said no abnormalities were found.

It's been nice getting to know a little more about people who have been around a while but are quiet. Who knows, maybe she and I will even get to be damn good friends someday, even if I can't imagine that, lol. I don't have a problem with an age difference. I used to prefer people my own age but as long as they're over 18, honest, and not dumb and immature I'll be anyone's friend.