When I realized a whole week had almost passed without hearing from Nane, I knew something was up. I’ve gotten to know her online habits pretty well, depending on what country she’s in.

So I sent her a message letting her know that her Lady Rainbow missed her this week. I signed off with my usual weirdness: Light some Burberry incense, hug a rat today, eat a caramel Popsicle, and get back to me when you can.

She got back to me today and sure enough, something was up. First, though, she said, “Hug a rat? Nein!!!” LOL Anyway, she had really bad cramps Sunday night and had to go to the hospital. She didn’t say why, though. Meanwhile, she’s been staying at Askim’s house and had to go to her doctor when she got back to Munich, which I guess was sometime today (now yesterday in her case).

Andy’s about to head to Hyannis for a week of vacation and says he’ll have access to his niece’s computer while he’s there but will give Ask a break. Ask is losing its luster anyway.

I got a kick out of how Andy said he loves reading my journal even though I’m a complainer. Damn right, I am! LOL, and damn good at it, too.

I’m a little worried about Alison. First it was because of her physical health and now it’s because of her mental health. I always considered her one of my most sane and intelligent friends. But lately, it’s like she’s losing it or something. She’s not saying or doing anything crazy, but she seems to be drowning in a well of depression though not suicidal.

No one’s got me as worried as my husband who I didn’t hear coming in just a few feet from where I sit. Sure heard the Jes pest come in, though, at nearly 200’ away. Sad, huh? Even sadder that I’ve got to wonder if I’ll have to run sound machines all night tonight to drown out barking. It is Friday night. I don’t understand why these damn dogs are so afraid to be left alone. Especially at night and really early in the morning.

Anyway, there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight to the 10-hour shifts at his job so now he has to work 48 hours a week and live like a bum while some that work 20, if even that, get to live like queens and kings.

He’s exhausted and he has no life. So is this how our lovely God is going to stop us from moving and keep me away from the dentist; by making sure there’s no time to do these things? We’re out in the country. I couldn’t just walk, ride a bike or take a bus.

Tom and I just talked some more and he’s feeling a little better now that he’s had a chance to rest and unwind. We found another doublewide 2 bed/2 bath for just 15K, but it’s not quite as nice inside. Like I said, I don’t expect the Rolls Royce of them all or anything brand-spanking new. But to be done with the dumps would be nice, too. We’d have no privacy at all, but I don’t spend much time outdoors anyway. There’s also one for 21K we’re looking at. There was a super nice one for 26K that disappeared today. But it’s not listed as sold. We’re hoping they pulled it off with plans of reducing it, cuz if they do, that’s the one we’re going after. It was fucking gorgeous!

This weekend we’ll stake out some 55+ parks, but probably won’t know how hard or easy it will be to get a nicer place that we can’t buy outright till next weekend. Or at least on our way to knowing by then.

Short-term wise I wish I’d hurry up and get my period! My boobs are such water balloons that when I went to put my sports bra on I felt like I was stuffing the damn things into a training bra. I just want to punch them right off my chest, yank my uterus out, and be done with the whole damn thing!

I heard what might’ve been a woodchipper running earlier when I stepped outside to hang sheets. My first thought was that it was Jesse on the bulldozer till I realized I could only hear it outside. He also wouldn’t be working in the middle of a hot afternoon. It was coming from up at the summit somewhere. There’s someone else up there who’s like Jesse which means they’re always doing something. It sure beats all that sawing that could be heard indoors for over 6 months several times a week.