I think my husband’s losing his mind, LOL. Before work he said the music I was playing on my computer was so loud it hurt his ears in the other room, and why have I been smelling like cigarette smoke lately?

I just laughed yet he insists I’m going deaf. “Is that why I complain so much about Jesse? Because I can’t hear him?” He said it’s not the volume that bothers me but just the fact that I can hear him as I’m very sensitive to noise, LOL.

Next thing I know he’s going to say he can hear my music at work and that I smell like the ocean or something. Maybe he’ll see little fairies flying around my head, too.

Yeah, Jesse ended up driving me crazy yesterday. I heard everything but the ATV. I heard the truck a few times, then he just had to get on my nerves with the dirt bike (presumably when his kid was over), then he left me with the dogs (presumably when he went to bring the kid home), right after I signed off with Maliheh and was about to hit the sack.

Why is it that most people can simply up and move when they want to, but we get stuck wherever we go? And if my teeth are about to cost us thousands, that’ll only keep us here longer, though Maliheh’s sure I’m wrong and that it will be hundreds and not thousands if I go to a place that makes dentures.

I was sitting around all frustrated when I remembered something I used to use at the motel – wax earplugs. They do a much better job of blocking sound than the foam ones and are more comfortable, too. The only thing is that it takes a few minutes to soften as your body heat warms it up, and then to shape it to fit your ear to get a good seal. As long as they aren’t sounds you can feel such as the vibration of doors slamming or stomping footsteps, it does a pretty good job, and I only need to use it in one ear since the other’s virtually deaf. I had one in one time at the motel. We were on the ground floor and Tom said a car was blasting music in the parking lot right outside and I couldn’t hear it. It’s sad I have to live this way and out in the country of all places, but it just might do a better job than the sound machines.

Maliheh has a cold, so she’s been sleeping a lot and hating the weather. She says she may move in a few years. She doesn’t know where to but wants to go where there are no ice storms like what she’s been having.

I think I’ll go let the rat out, fix us something to eat, then clean the bathroom before I settle down and do some writing. I want to finish chapter 4.