I had a cold coming on the other day but managed to kill it with super hot tea and some serious wishful thinking.

I’m now friends with Ann Marie on Facebook. She’s someone I had two one-night stands with back east, LOL, before I moved to Arizona. This was when I was 26 in 1992, so it’s been a long time.

Jesse and his kid were leaving in a little Honda as Tom was coming in. No wonder it’s been so quiet. The calm after the storm. That really is how it goes for me in every place I live at – okay, noisy, then okay again. Except for the NHA and Phoenix. Those places were always rocking. The duplex wasn’t all that quiet in the end either with that damn dog. But most places seem to get worse, then better.

I can’t wait till I have dream visions of the next place as I did with this place and the dump in Oregon. But if I do, and I think I will, it probably won’t be till a week or two before we find the place.

It just sucks that as much as we want his job to work out, it’s not near any retirement communities. It’s like something doesn’t want us moving into one, but that doesn’t surprise me at all. I pretty much figured as much.

Either way, I hope this Honda becomes Jesse’s regular vehicle. As long as their dogs don’t tell me so, I like a neighbor in which I don’t have to know when they come and go.

I went out running this morning. At 46º it was cold at first, but once I’d been running for a few minutes in the direct sunlight I was fine. It isn’t going to be this Saturday unless they can get it wrong for once when they predict bad weather. Like what may be a second dusting of snow for us this year. Hopefully, it’ll be when I’m sleeping in if it does happen. That way it’ll melt before I have to see the shit.