The weather’s been raining for days now, and the canal dog won’t shut up. The rain’s been keeping the temp up in the 40s, and when it’s over 40º, the fucking thing goes on and on forever. As I’ve said a million times before, I don’t see how the owners can stand it.

Tom said the house next door looks deserted, so we’ll see what our lovely God sics on us next. This would explain why I saw Charter, the cable company, climbing the pole the other day.

The shower/bath gel kits are on their way. All I have to do is mix an ounce of oil per 2 pounds of base, and we’re getting 4 pounds of base and 2 ounces of oils, one in Green Leaf and Bamboo, one in Chocolate Chip Cookie. I’m amazed at how much more I can get from these people for so much less! And with such a huge selection of scent choices, too.

Tomorrow should be Tom’s last day of overtime for a while, which he’s happy about because it’s been running him down big time. Despite the false promises those assholes made us while God sat up in the sky getting a damn good kick out of it, we should have about a grand in extra money for the trip. Whatever’s left over I’ll use for getting more incense when we get back. I’m kind of glad I won’t be getting any until then, despite my lack of variety. I wouldn’t want things getting messed up in the Christmas rush.