All was quiet yesterday, but now the dogs are going off for what could be anywhere from 10 minutes to 10 hours. And even though it’s pouring rain, windy and cold. I love all this rain, but I’m sick of the cold and I really miss summer! I miss wearing shorts and not having to wear socks and be bundled up in my robe. I miss the cooler pumping in fresh air, too.

Tom has a point in saying that part of the barking could be the breeding issue going on. At first I was confused, not sure why a dog in heat would go off cuz of it, but then he said, no, the other one. Now why didn’t I think of this before? It makes perfect sense, not that I’m not any less annoyed by it and sick of being put out by someone else’s actions, activities or way of life yet again. Just why is it anyway that the way of other individuals – and sometimes the whole damn world – often affects me? Yet nothing I myself could say or do could possibly disrupt anyone else’s life, not that I’d want it to. People live their lives, and it affects me. I live my life and it affects no one. Strange, really strange.

Just when I thought we wouldn’t get that horseshoe, the lady we bought it from said it was returned and that she was going to try to get UPS to forward it. If not, she’ll pay to have it shipped to the correct address, since as she admits, they didn’t check their email when we tried to tell them PayPal screwed up by sending it to our old address which we’d already deleted.

As I was falling asleep yesterday, I was wondering which would it be; would I be stuck in some motel? Or would my old tormentors come to haunt me in my dreams? But it was neither. What I got instead was a rather unique and interesting twist. A definite fresh breath of air for a change. I was young again, the partier I never was, and torn between two lovers. I’d just moved into what seemed like a fairly good-sized house with Chick A. About half a dozen guys and gals snuck in through an upstairs window to party, one of whom was Chick B, who wanted me to dump Chick A for her. I tried to shoo the partiers back out the window before chick A discovered them, something I obviously thought she shouldn’t do. I assured Chick B that I would tell Chick A that I wanted to leave her as the group left via the window. Next, I was down doing dishes and weighing the pros and cons to both chicks in my mind, not sure I really wanted to dump Chick A.

Later…

I wasn’t going to write again today, but I’m trying to decide whether or not I should eat anymore today. I’ve already had 600 calories and if I don’t eat anymore, I’ll hit a new low of 130 pounds when I wake up. I usually lose 1½ pounds in my sleep. But the 450-calorie entrée I’d like to have right now would bump me up a pound to 133.5, which would mean I’d wake up just under or above 132 pounds. Maybe I’ll compromise and have something else that’s lower in calories. I gotta have something. My stomach’s growling up a storm!

Sydney now has 4 bids and is up a buck and a half to $21.50.

You know you know a lot of Spanish when you wonder what the town called Sonoma could mean, decide there’s no such word and that it’s just a name, then check your dictionary and find you are correct!