Next door has me rather confused right now. Why would the truck drive in pulling the boat, then turn around 5 minutes later and leave with it? Maybe it wasn’t the boat it came in with. I couldn’t tell for sure with the leaves in full bloom, but I clearly saw him pull out with it after sitting with the engine idling for about 5 minutes. It’s a loud motor for such a new truck. That’s why it’s distracting. Kim’s car is almost silent. Anyway, I doubt they’ll be driving in back once it gets cold, and that’ll be starting in a month or so.

Tom still feels weak, tired, and has been very dehydrated. He slept 12 hours yesterday, something he hasn’t done in years, and didn’t even feel like he had to pee when he got up! We got him some Gatorade which is said to help hydrate the system. He said that although he’s still tired and had to go to bed early, it does seem to help. He even ate more than he has over the last couple of days.

I just hope there’s nothing else going on and that this isn’t whatever’s up there trying to tell us, “Hey! I still want you to be broke most of your lives so every time you get the bright idea of trying to make money so you can own a house outright that no one can take from you unless it burns down, I’m going to get you for it!”

Tom said that if it is, then he must be much closer than he realized since he expected it to take weeks, even months before he started generating any serious money. Close or not, though, you can’t fight fate and win. It’s like me once trying to be a singer and then a mother. No matter how good I got, I couldn’t become the singer I wasn’t meant to be. And no matter how often Tom let himself cum, and no matter how many procedures I had done to help me, no child could’ve been conceived that wasn’t meant to be conceived, and if it had been, I’d have lost it probably long before I even knew of its existence. Either way, if there’s a connection, we’ll find out just as soon as he gets better because something else will just come up to delay us. This is turning out to be enough of a curveball, though. He had expected to have the program written by tomorrow, yet he got so sick, so fast. Well, sooner or later we’re going to find out if we’re about to be compensated for the hell we’ve gone through, or if something’s out to tease us bad, and I mean bad!

We’re still not even sure what’s caused this. He thinks it could be either bacteria in the water that only some people are sensitive to, or his hot dogs were bad. Whatever the cause, I just hope to hell there’s no connection to the handicapping program!