Last night I dreamt that we were on some land, apparently ours and apparently somewhere in the desert, and so that was the good part. The bad part was that Tom had to walk into town to get us food because something was wrong with the car. Although we knew he had a long walk ahead of him, neither of us appeared to be all that worried in any serious way.

Although I sure hope this dream was a sign that yes, we’ll be able to buy some land and build a house in the desert one day soon enough, I still have to see it to believe it. Right now I think the best we can hope for is to rent something in a retirement community when he’s 55. Yes, the houses would be too close, but barking wouldn’t be an issue, although it’s been quiet since I’ve been up, and Tom says it was quiet before that. Either way, dogs wouldn’t be left outside unattended 24/7, and the place would be bigger and more modern.

I’m not going to be able to lose any more weight without cutting my calories under 1000 a day and I just can’t do that. I suppose I could run more, but I don’t know. I’ll probably just stay where I’m at.