At last, the animals have left! It at least appears that way. They’ve been gone since around 9:00 this morning, and I got caught up on my sleep. God, I hope she never has company like that again while we’re here! They all drove me fucking crazy! However, I’m worried they’ll return tomorrow. Maybe Tom was right about them being from out of town. He says they could very well have arrived in the area before Thursday and stayed with others until then, and are now staying with someone else, no doubt driving the neighbors just as crazy as they drove us unless the neighbors aren’t connected or have animals of their own running around raising hell. I’m still going to make our last night here, whenever that may be, holy hell on this hypocritical bitch. I want to now but Tom said that may be sending a message saying it’s okay to slam and bang shit around if I do. Well, I definitely don’t want her to get the wrong idea, so I’ll wait till we’re on our way out of here. I still don’t know exactly when that’ll be. Right now my guess is November, but does it matter? Like I said, we’d only be going to a different noise source so we may as well keep the one that’s quiet 99% of the time until we can get out of this state.

I got 4 letters from Mary, who says she’ll try to write every day. I told her not to pressure herself with writing every day. Just don’t let a month go by if she can help it. I’m too tired to cover her letters, so I’ll do it later.

Later…

All’s still back to normal around here and hopefully it’ll stay that way for the next 7 months, but I’m sure it won’t. I’m sure it’ll just be only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan again. Meanwhile, Tom said it was dead quiet and rainy all day before I got up at 3:00. All that happened around here was the usual – a visit from Romeo and next door going back and forth a few times.

Mary’s letters were quite detailed. She asked a lot of questions and spoke of a lot of things. What had me laughing my ass off (of course I wouldn’t tell her this) was her saying God works through me to help her as far as getting to José goes. Would it finally shake her faith if she knew the truth?

Another funny thing was when she said the Spanish soap operas are more realistic, but that she couldn’t understand the language. Well, then how does she know the Spanish soaps are more realistic if she can’t understand the language?