I dyed my hair burgundy this morning. It sure was easier to do at this length, but with a poorly lit bathroom and a mauve tub, it was hard to tell if I rinsed it well enough. I think I did, though. The bottom half is darker because that’s where the old faded black dye was. The rest looks great. Wish it could stay that way all the time and I wish it didn’t grow so damn fast, too. I swear it’s grown since it’s been cut just 8 days ago. Jessie says she loves it (I just emailed her pictures the other day), but that I wasn’t smiling at all in those pictures. I’ll send her a burgundy smile real soon!

The weather’s been cold and rainy, not good for late May, but at least the wins are picking up again. There were a few piddly wins waiting at the mail place yesterday. Piddly, but wins nonetheless.

Tom’s about to work on the horses again. It’s nice to know that the worst-case scenario wouldn’t be so bad, and that’s us remaining here if they don’t work out. Why rent a place in a retirement community for twice as much, when we can just stay here where it’s no doubt even quieter? We’d only move if we could buy something outright that’d be bigger and newer.

It feels so good to know that Tom doesn’t have to cash his paycheck this week and that he can wait till next Friday and cash two at once! I hope to hell we never go through another slow-motion nightmare again in our lives! I’ll never take the good times for granted again, that’s for sure. I think of Michelle in the office right now. Tom won’t be signing in today or having to do laundry, and there’s plenty of food, too!

Jesse still hasn’t finished the roof. Hope he doesn’t wait till I’m back on nights again! At least we finally managed to make it a little easier to sleep by plugging the sound machine into the stereo so it could be played louder. It also helps not to take Claritin and to have the remote control for the cooler. We still need to set the thermostat, though, so I don’t have to wake up hot when he’s not here to adjust it. Still, going to sleep stressed out over Jesse waking me up along with the heat, sure beats the kind of stress I went through at the motel, wondering how we’d pay for the room, for our stuff, for gas, for food, etc. Had we died back there, we’d never have lived to enjoy coming home yesterday morning with tons of food and nothing but the sound of raindrops falling on the roof.