Today’s the day we begin pulling the plugs. Tom said that if he doesn’t get out of work in time to give notice today, he’ll drop it in writing tomorrow through their slot at the management company. Meanwhile, he’s definitely going to give official notice at work.

Tom says he’s nervous, but not scared. I’m leaning closer to being scared. He doesn’t think we’ll end up on the streets and lose everything, but that there is the chance he won’t be able to get the truck licensed down there. He explained to me that it’s very hard to register vehicles in California, so we may be forced to sell the truck and get some other junker. That’d really be going back in time! What a setback it would be to not only be in chaotic apartments but to also be without a vehicle! God would have this happen to us, too. So we’ll live like a couple of bums for who knows how long, and be God’s little bums as we are most of the time.

The things that worry me the most, though, are the money and the noise. Dealing with noise while awake is bad enough, especially when you’re trying to concentrate on something. But when it’s so extreme that you can’t even sleep and are getting sick from lack of sleep as well as the stress of knowing you’re trapped there for a year or so, that makes it all the worse. I wish I could adapt to apartment life and forget about rural or retirement living, but there’s only so much conforming I can do. We are who we are. I’d also like to think that we’ll be pleasantly surprised and that God will compensate us for the hell we went through moving up here, but He is who He is, too. And He is not on our side and He does not have our best interest at heart!

On the flip side, as much as I often wish we’d just stayed in the Phoenix house till it was paid off, then moved straight to California, skipping the mountain, the motels, the duplex, the apartments, and as much as I wish I could get stuck in a happy little rut like most people, and quit taking such chances, it’ll still be sunny, warm California! No more cold and snow! No more microscopic, tilted dump!

Despite being made of wax rather than foam, the new earplugs are a bust. At least for sleeping, they are because they don’t stay in place when I lay on that ear. I could also hear loud sounds through them, too.

Later on in my day yesterday, I was back to thinking the tea might not be a bust for the millionth time. I lost those two pounds I’d gained throughout the day which was weird. The numbers usually go up during the day, not down. I awoke at 133, so who knows what that two-pound bloat was all about. I’ll probably order more tea but will wait till I can do it from the laptop rather than this corrupted piece of shit.

I placed Stacey’s letter in a different position yesterday and the mailman took it. I’d have to wonder if something up there was trying to tell me something if he didn’t! I would probably have to take it downtown to the mailbox this morning if it hadn’t gone out. Just her getting it is enough for me, though if I could really be picky about it, I’d have her be alone when she read it. No distractions that way. That is unless the phone rang or someone came to her door. I kind of feel bad for making up stories, but since simply telling her that I was remembering her, am sorry for our past troubles, and would love to hear from her, even though she was a bitch, wouldn’t get her to contact me, I figured why not dress things up a bit and add some pizzazz to the truth? She could get the letter tomorrow, but more than likely she’ll be starting next week off with it instead.