It finally did warm up. It’s in the high 70s in here.

I knew the sleep curse was going to get me any second, and sure enough, today was the day. I just got the luxury of having it wait till I’d gotten 6 hours of sleep and not just 4. What is it with each place we move to being harder to sleep in? Will it be this way when I can no longer feel Tom and hear things like rainfall and other outdoor sounds? Oh, to have a bedroom in a house with a fan running in it while I slept! I miss those days. Some curses are inescapable, though. When I am back in a house with a fan, there’ll be something else if I don’t wake up just for the hell of it or on account of some bizarre nightmare.

I woke up with the feeling that something was wrong. Seeing that it was just 63º in here confirmed that suspicion, but I was too tired to play fix-it with the damn heater, so I plopped myself back down on my bed when the pilot finally did come on.

I might’ve fallen back asleep if the knocking hadn’t started. Then I heard a bird screech that sounded like an eagle, though only woodpeckers go banging away like that. You mean I have to put up with woodpeckers here, too? Great, just great!

Why are some curses escapable while others aren’t, like my weight? I’m now 124 pounds and I’m not even trying to lose weight. How do you go from not being able to lose weight when you try to lose it, to being able to lose it without even trying? A few possibilities crossed my mind. Tom thinks it’s the types of calories I’ve been consuming now that I’m not having the kinds of calories that are in TV dinners. If it isn’t that or a curse that was on me in Maricopa or a tapeworm, then maybe the religious fanatic in Florida wasn’t kidding about thanking God for everything, both good and bad, having a positive effect in the end. So, since I always try to keep an open mind after all the strange experiences I’ve had in life, could it really hurt to try to be thankful for our shit always breaking (the laptop won’t boot again) as ludicrous as it sounds?

Either way, I still think there was something evil back on that Maricopa land and it was keeping the weight on me. After all, 8 pounds is a lot for a 38-year-old to lose on 2000 calories a day.