And now it’s the weekend when my life belongs to me. Actually, I got it back temporarily today, since Scot was in Casa Grande all day. Anyway, I get to keep my life till I have to give it back to the piggies and the bummies on Monday at around 10 AM.

I’ve been doing the major cleaning I do every 3 months where I do extra things like blinds, tops of doorways, etc., but I think I’ll take a day off from both cleaning and working out to just veg out in front of the TV, do some reading and writing, and maybe a little proofreading and singing.

Some of the babies are beginning to open their eyes.

Paradise Galleries just got a slew of new dolls. They get new dolls more often than Ashton-Drake did. Anyway, there’s a $40 Indian doll with floor-length hair that I like and a $40 Arabian doll with a colorful outfit. I think I’ll get her at some point. Her name’s Murganah. They’re both 20” dolls.

I’d say they’re probably getting ready to haul something in across the street. I slept all day today, so if anything went on over there, I don’t know. Yesterday, though, just as the sun was setting, I saw a white pickup over there, which fortunately wasn’t George’s, and someone appeared to be raking something. I couldn’t see them from the waist down, so neither Tom nor myself could say for sure what they were doing. But they weren’t anywhere near the for-sale sign. The sign is on the north side of the lot. They were working on the south side. So, it could be, depending on how the lot is split, that they were working on a section that wasn’t even for sale. Only time will tell. I just hope to hell that whatever gets hauled in is something that’s new and something that’s owned. Rented garbage won’t get us anywhere.

In just a few hours there’ll be just 30 days left till I can mail the letter. Oh, how I wish Teddy Bear would call between now and then, joking about it already being a year, just like she used to play with me by deliberately guessing wrong how many days I had left in jail! I don’t expect it’ll happen, though, and when I do see her, I don’t expect it’ll be till the first or second week in May.

Nor do I expect a response from Pérez, but oh, how I so do wish I could get something! Email would be nice, but I’d prefer something a bit more tangible than that like a card or a letter. Even just a postcard would do. If she hasn’t been on vacation or had the last two days off, she should’ve gotten my letter by now.