Once again we’ve been having to play the outage game. The net’s been cutting in and out like crazy after the fierce rainstorms we had. Yeah, yesterday wasn’t a white Christmas, but it sure was a wet one. Today there’s actually some sunshine. But until the problem is fixed, which I don’t suspect will be anytime soon, I won’t be online much and I won’t always be able to reply to messages right away. Just wanted people to know what’s going on so they don’t think I’m ignoring them or anything.

Today and yesterday have been wonderfully pain-free and wonderfully quiet. No loud motors, no barking. Jesse’s obviously out of town and has taken his damn dogs with him. Wish I could say the peace will last, but I know we’ll just be right back to the same old engine-gunning routine come tomorrow with him coming and going 3-6 times a day and doing God knows what in between.

Went out for burgers and fries earlier and God was kind enough to hold off the screaming kids. They were just entering the place as we were leaving it, LOL. There was a survey there and I immediately thought of Andy and how we’d say we lived at 69 Cherryclit Road and our phone number was (616) 666-6969, LOL.

Marie peeked in on my journal at 9am her time. I’m not surprised she’d pick this time to reminisce about those good ole days with me before her paranoia and hostility pushed me away, for it was Christmas when we first met up after 26 long years.

From the looks of it, she’s still living in the same trailer.