No shit so far today from either troll, though someone in Glastonbury, CT viewed me today while someone in New London, CT viewed me last night. Aly told me Kim gave the link to my blog to an aunt and a cousin, but they too, told her that if she just leaves me alone this shit will stop. She’s the one creating all this, though I suppose I should start ignoring her again like Andy suggested. He pointed out that ignoring them would get rid of them. Well, I wish ignorance was always bliss, but some folks are just so hard up for negative attention that they don’t do a very good job of letting us ignore them. Sometimes that only makes them more determined to get through to us. I suggested he stop answering questions with my name in them since that’s most likely to come from one of the trolls, but he didn’t. I realize he can’t always tell what’s from them since he doesn’t know them as well, but maybe I should give the silent treatment another try and just delete what I think could be from Kim or Molly.

Last night I dreamed of visiting the guy that runs this site, but we never got to talk much because he had a lot of company coming and going during the few days I was there.

The propane guy, though a different one this time, was just here. We’re at 80%. I love to see that gauge go up and to know we have a full tank. It still would be nicer to be in a place where that’s not a concern and not have to leave so much of this tank to the next people. But how much we leave them is the least of my worries. Funny how we once worried about having enough money to buy ourselves propane, and now I worry about buying it for others by default, LOL.

It’s super hot out there now, though dry. We’re to be near or in the triple digits all week. Wish it could always be like this, though I sometimes miss the rain. I loved hearing the sound of it hitting the metal roof.

Tom swapped messages with a realtor who is “excited to help us find the right home,” and emails with someone in one of the parks who said its residents can have a dog that is no more than 14” tall OR a cat. Tom loved how they capped the word “or.”

Small dogs are better than big dogs, but even so, a little 10-pound poodle could be pretty damn obnoxious to listen to all day if it were left unattended just a few feet from the wall of our place. Tom’s pretty sure they’re not allowed to do that, though. I wonder if 14” means where its back is or the top of its head?

I thought Whiskey was around 60 pounds, but Tom thinks he’s 90-100. Either way, he’s too fucking loud, even at a 200-foot distance!

This makes day 4 of no dieting. Since then the scale has appeared to come up anywhere from half a pound to nearly a whole pound each day. Today I thought to myself, “Wow, this really proves that something’s wrong. I haven’t been stuffing it just because I stopped dieting, and I walked for over an hour yesterday.”

So I waited a while, stepped back on the scale, and it told me I was where I was 4 days ago. I don’t know what to think but I refuse to let myself diet again and put up with that hunger and fatigue. I am, however, walking more with a little running mixed in. I know it won’t affect my weight, but that’s not the point. The point is that if I don’t work out or I don’t work out much, I feel lazy. Like welfare bum kind of lazy. I like keeping in shape and it will help for the move since we always move ourselves. I might even go back to using the resistance bands. Did a little ab work yesterday. This gut is still strong as steel. But I miss having the flat abs I was always so proud of, and I’m definitely not flat right now.

I find it less boring to do 4 15-minute walking sessions than to do 20 or more minutes non-stop.