The beauty basket will be here in a few days, so that’s good. What’s not is that God’s still teasing us with life’s necessities and no doubt enjoying every minute of the rage and degradation it brings to at least me. Tom’s more of a roll-with-the-punches kind of guy, but not me. I’ve rolled with them enough. Now He’s made sure that the $100 that was locked on our card is still tied up when He knows damn good and well that we’re only paid up until tomorrow. So now poor Tom, as exhausted as he is, has to scramble around after work in hopes of selling the gunsight and getting a decent amount for it. We’ll also have to hope we can sell other stuff too, so we can survive till Friday.

He only got to work an hour of overtime yesterday, but today they’re having him work in a different area so hopefully that’ll be a good thing. If he gets hired on it’s probably not going to be till he’s been there for 30 days, in which case he has another two weeks to go.

Today and yesterday have been pretty door-slammy, and it gets old. It really does. And I’m sick of living in one room! Tom woke me up when he got up and I started to think, let’s just settle for an apartment. Life’s about settling and God’s only gonna make us settle, so since we can’t live in peace anyway, why not?

But then I really wouldn’t sleep, much less get any peace while I was awake.

This is still a motel and so it’d be in my best interest to sleep at night as long as I can, so I’m going to let him continue to be my alarm clock, not that I have much choice, and try not to go back to sleep once his movements wake me up.

Fortunately, there’s no one to our left, but I could do without the people who recently came in on our right because they come and go so much. I don’t hear them when they’re in the room, but it’s not even 11:00 yet and they’ve already come and gone 3 times so far today.