I hope the people that checked into the end room at 10:00 last night stay as quiet as they have been, because judging by the way they had to use the dolly to haul their stuff up here, they’re not going anywhere soon. Seems like they crashed pretty much as soon as they got in.

Will the dolly be needed at room 338 soon enough? God, I hope so!

I also hope Tom and I both don’t end up with the same allergy attacks I had in Phoenix. He had one all day at work where they’re back to the 2nd shift bullshit. Now it’s March 3rd this is supposed to happen.

Meanwhile, all I can do is hope we survive until the check gets here. This is really scary, you know? Always having to wonder if we’ll make it. It seems the problems I had before the turn of the century weren’t nearly as bad. They were bad, but still, my worst problems as an adult were noise, being stuck where I didn’t want to be, not being able to have things I wanted, and some health problems. But when we first went to Oregon, as well as for the last half a year, I’ve had to literally fear for my life at times. I wasn’t even this scared when I used to have those ferocious asthma attacks. Yet right now, until and if we ever do obtain a more secure life, there are a million things that could easily go wrong. Things that wouldn’t simply “inconvenience” us.

One way or another, we are going to take $20 to gamble this weekend and see if my dream means anything.