Poor D not only had to shovel for 3 hours yesterday, but apparently she had no power for a while either so she messaged me from her phone. I know a lot of people in the northeast have experienced power outages.

Anyway, I’m sure she’s both nervous and excited to start her new job today. I’m so happy for her!

I’m glad that we didn’t let go. I believe – and she agrees – that no matter who she may or may not be with, it’s hard to imagine life without each other at this point, even if it’s just to say a quick hello online.

Tom and I were talking about how a lot more retail jobs are showing up on the job site, but that he’s more qualified for production, data entry and managerial work. Most of his life he was in some type of upper management position and he hated it. He’s just not the “bossy” type so he didn’t really like being a boss and having to be the one to crack the whip when people would slack off. I remember when he said he was to be a Q&A manager in Oregon and I asked, “What’s that mean? Queer-ass manager?” This is when they started using the term “quality assurance” more often.

Tom brought up a good point earlier when he said that he not only doesn’t want to be a manager but wouldn’t need to and to make so much money now that we’ve got other sources of income between MT and the horses. Watch, as soon as the horses get going then he WILL get a managerial job! That’s how it usually works. I doubt there would be an M.D. in New York who would happily marry me if I were single, LOL.

Paul’s been co-starring in my dreams lately. I seem to dream about different people in clumps. Miss Perfect was in my dreams 3 nights in a row, and now it’s Paul’s turn again. With the exception of dreams involving those I dislike, it’s a nice way to visit with those I’ll probably never get to see. Paul’s just a cyber friend – a damn good one – but we’ve never met.

The only part of the dream I didn’t like was that Tom was in the hospital. Both of us had been in an accident of some kind, but Tom needed to remain in the hospital a little longer than I had. So Paul “ran over” from the UK and took me to his place so I wouldn’t have to be alone till Tom was discharged.

Apparently, Paul had a friend who was a nurse. “Why is she shivering?” asked the nurse who was waiting for us at his place.

“She’s not used to cold climates,” Paul told her. “What can I do to help her while she’s here?”

“Just keep her warm and with food in her tummy. All she’s going to want to do for the most part is sleep.”

Then the nurse was gone and Paul was leading me to a flight of stairs. I was limping in slow motion like an old lady. We got to the foot of the stairs and I said, “Are you out of your mind? Ain’t no way I can get up there.”

Paul carried me up the stairs and then I got into a twin bed in what looked to be some sort of guestroom.

Next thing I know I’m exhausted and I can’t keep my eyes open.

“I’m so glad you’re married,” Paul said. “Or else I’d have a hell of a time choosing between you and my solitude.”

“No, you wouldn’t. I’m too short and I swear like a mother-fucker,” I said with a wink.

He laughed and said, “I hate foul-mouthed ladies who always have a smart answer for everything.” Then he added that I had always been so nice to him and was kind to read his stories and I said, “That’s probably because I’m one of the few Americans that’ll put up with all your strange UK words. You guys use the word ‘bloody’ too much as it is.”

He laughed again and then I fell asleep, determined not to keep him from his writing and to get Tom and I both home as soon as possible.

The dream ended when Paul “drove” me home where Tom was waiting for me (who knows how he got there?) and he gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye before zooming back off to England.