Believe it or not, I’m sick today. But I’m determined to wake up as good as new tomorrow, never knowing that today I awoke with a scratchy throat and that rundown and kind of off feeling that goes with colds. I don’t know why the two cups of coffee I had didn’t kill my sore throat, but the throat lozenge and hot tea I had Tom get me helped it quite a bit. It makes me love him and appreciate him all the more, too. When I was alone I had to fend for myself and go out either on foot or by bus to get cold remedies and that could be hard, especially at night or when I lived in snowy places. So it’s nice to have someone love me enough to go out and get what I need, and I know he would do it by foot or bus in two feet of snow if he had to. It was nice, however, that he could do it in the convenience of a car with no snow or bitter cold.

I don’t know how I got whatever it is I’ve got. It’s been too long to say I got it from Tom and his symptoms were totally different. His started with a stuffy head like an allergy attack, then turned to a cough. Because the worst of it only lasted 72 hours is why he thinks it was the flu and not a cold. He still has a bit of a cough, though. So far I haven’t been congested or coughing and I don’t intend to start either.

Work went well for Tom on Friday, but they were busy and shorthanded. We could be insured as soon as January, believe it or not, but that’s only if they don’t let him go and we feel like paying $40 a month. It would be nice to get to an ear doctor who can deal with phony canals and all that, but that’s a lot to pay for people who are otherwise healthy. If we paid a little more I could even go to a dentist, but IDK. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.

I was in Florida again in my dreams but I was only visiting. I don’t think this particular dream meant anything. It didn’t leave me with one of those “feelings” and Tom and I don’t visit people even if we had the time and money. But in the dream, I was standing on the beach looking at the palm trees and watching a giant wave crash upon some rocks that extended out into the ocean. I vowed silently to myself to get back there to live someday.

Jesse got on my nerves yesterday with the truck, the motorcycle and some banging, and by the time I was up barely 4 hours today, I’d already heard from him 4 times. I am like, God please, please rain this bastard off his fucking motorcycle and his dirt bike and his ATV, please! I’d still have to hear the truck and some bulldozing as the rain tore up the drive, but if it could just rain during the day for once that would eliminate everything else. beats head Oh, that little wittle cock.

I really hope to try out an adult community someday, though I suppose you can’t compare one to all of them. My first concern is excessive barking, then screaming kids visiting too often, but I still can’t imagine dogs being allowed to live outdoors unattended every day and night in an adult community any more than I can imagine 5-hour basketball games breaking out every weekend and maybe sometimes during the week, too. But like I said, if that’s the case, back to an old shitbox in the country we go.

Today we’re not doing any book prepping. All we did was upgrade my version of Firefox and we dumped my Yahoo! toolbar because I was sick of them redirecting me to their search page. We’re spending most of the day just resting up and I’m indulging in chocolate and pistachio nuts.

The drought is still causing the inside temp to get close to 80º in the afternoons and so we opened windows for a little while to air the place out. I’m not burning any incense today either.

Still journaling mostly privately for now just for my closest friends. I just really need a break from stalking trolls that just won’t go the fuck away no matter what I try to say or do. Molly is one seriously unstable motherfucker. Just minutes after telling me she’s “my friend no matter what” she deleted me from her friend list and she’s just too up, down, left, right and totally insane for me. I’ve never met or even heard of someone with such erratic mood swings before or with such conflicting and confusing thoughts and emotions. One minute she’s calm, the next she’s a raving lunatic. She loves her family, she hates her family. She misses Alison and her exes, she’s better off without them, and back and forth and back and forth. Her entourage of shrinks, therapists and medications are obviously completely worthless to her and again I have to wonder just how she’s managed to stay out of jail. I think that’s because she’s so lacking in intelligence. Usually, it’s those who are too smart for their own good that end up in jail. The smarter you are, the more creative these types of stalkers and nutjobs can be, and those are the ones that usually turn dangerous. But Molly can’t even drive, so she has no means of jumping in a car and driving to where Alison is so she can graduate from online stalking to in-person stalking, then maybe try to harm her when she can’t get her way in the end.

But she belongs locked up somewhere – a funny farm if not a jail – and she definitely should be forbidden from going online unless she has serious supervision.