The second letter I sent to Bob never did generate a response, so I’d say the old man’s either dead or in the hospital. Of course, the prison was supposed to send me the letters back if they were undeliverable, but how often do pigs do what they’re supposed to do?

The best news of the day is that while we only got a few bucks for that adapter, for the 20-year-old, crappy Nintendo system, we got $96!

We’ve settled on a clever store name that Tom came up with J & T’s Odds & Incense.

I wince every time the 106-lot goes up and I’m like, stop bidding, you jerks! It was up to $20.50 last I looked. This is still $30 under my max, but if they’ve been bidding like they have these many days in advance, it’s going to get crazy over the weekend and easily get up over $50. There are too many people wanting this lot really bad.

The amazing news of the day is that the palm tree’s grown 2” in the two days it’s been indoors! Yes, I’ve been putting spells on it to keep it alive, though I didn’t expect it to suddenly grow an inch a day!

I’ve been on the same schedule for about a week now where I fall asleep around sunup and get up around 2 PM. Makes me wonder if I could hold this schedule for a while, but I got to push it around just in case we finally are nearing the sale of the house.

Got a bad case of carpal tunnel syndrome I gotta put periodic spells on, but hopefully the inflammation will ease up soon.

I’m not surprised I haven’t gotten any Mary mail so far this week since I just sent her a story which she should’ve gotten last week. I’ve now sent enough stories to notice a pattern and that’s that she seems to like to keep me in suspense as far as her story feedback goes. It’s ok either way, though, as even if she wrote me saying it was a horrible story, though she’s not the type to do that, it wouldn’t stop me from writing any more than the freeloaders could stop me from saying anything I may have to say about them in the privacy of my own journals.

How I wish we could just hurry up and get moved! He put in an application at Home Depot and pointed out that once we do get moved, without a house payment, we could easily get by on just $200 a week which is minimum wage, even if we never sold another thing again. However, I doubt even God hates us enough to block us from selling things here and there. Maybe not nearly as much as we like, but hopefully it’d be enough to where Tom may only need to work part-time.