Been up for an hour and a half and amazingly I haven’t heard from Jesse yet, or his dogs. If someone were here and willing to bet I’d hear from him by 2:00, I’d gladly go along with it, though.

My book, A Rainbow in Munich, is now available for sale (for free for 90 days to Amazon Prime members), but I’m having issues with the cover displaying. Therefore I’ll hold off on sharing the link till it’s resolved.

Uh-oh, guess who’s coming up the drive right now in his loud obnoxious truck? That didn’t take long. I’m sure the motorcycle will be next.

The hurt and anger I’ve felt towards Nane for coldly dumping me are beginning to ebb. As any normal human being with any ounce of self-respect would do, I am focusing on those who do care about me and not those I wish had cared but didn’t. Maliheh is one of those people. She’s in Hawaii now but says that even though she’s a little late in wishing some folks a Merry Christmas, and even though she’s busy, she should be home in a few days and we’ll catch up then. I told her I’d be up for New Year’s Eve and if she doesn’t have any other plans that night, maybe we can hang out together online like last year.

I had a dream that I hope wasn’t a warning of an impending layoff for Tom. It’s too soon for him to be laid off now. We’d be totally screwed. Even he admitted that it would be an issue if he were laid off before mid-January. But with my accuracy rate for bad dreams coming true, it’s got me a little alarmed. In the dream, I woke up at what seemed to be 12:30 in the afternoon. I noticed through the living room blinds that his car was here and heard movement at his desk. I peered around the corner and saw him playing one of his car racing games. “Why are you home?” I asked. “Did they lay you off?” but I woke up before he could answer.

I just hope there’s nothing to worry about for real! The dream didn’t leave me with the bad feeling the “riot” dream left me with, but it’s still unnerving when someone like me has these dreams. I know I could pray and pray to God not to let it happen, but if God wants to beat us over the head with money yet again, there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Fate is fate and we can only do so much to alter it as much as some folks would rather believe otherwise.

I feel better physically, though still a bit out of sorts. I don’t understand why I got so sick. First time in years. But I shouldn’t get any worse at this point. I should be totally over it in a day or two. Even though I doubt I could run much, I’m going to make myself at least walk on the treadmill so I don’t start falling out of shape. I’ve taken too many days off as it is and my weight is starting to get out of hand again.

The drama queen is bitching about her health. Well, if she had just gone and gotten a deadly disease instead like she should have, she wouldn’t be alive to be in pain now, would she?