Skipped yesterday’s entry because there wasn’t much to say and I was pretty busy. Except for laundry and grocery shopping, I didn’t do much. I spent most of the day backing up pins from my Pinterest boards. 

Anyway, I can’t decide which is uglier, gray hair or fried hair. I definitely need to get my hair at least trimmed if I don’t cut it off completely. 

Sipping hot caramel apple cider right now which is surprisingly good. The wind was howling and the rain was coming down in sheets earlier. On the way to and from Walmart, we noticed the mess that the apple blossoms are making throughout the park and Tom commented on how he doesn’t remember so many things blooming in the past. Well, we sure have had a lot of rain for the first time in 4 to 5 years, so that’s probably part of it. 

The rain is nice to listen to when I’m relaxing in the dark, but I would prefer this type of weather to be reserved for weekdays to help keep people quieter around here. 

Tom plans to go out and trim the yellow African daisies that are outside the front door, but we’re on for thunderstorms over the next couple of days. It would be seriously shitty timing if it rained tomorrow. The guy only has so much time to do his trimming. 

At Walmart, I got a beautiful long rainbow pillow that I have absolutely no use for yet couldn’t resist anyway. I guess I’m just a real sucker for colorful rainbows. ;) 

I also got a 19” figure of the new Wonder Woman. She’s very realistic-looking with a pretty face and can stand on her own. 

Last night I had a dream that we lived in a large apartment building that had about a dozen floors. Fran was not only alive, but he lived in the building as well. He had jet-black hair in the dream instead of the brown hair I remember him to have. Tom was at work when he was at the apartment one day for some reason. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable alone in his presence and told him that I was expecting company in a few minutes from someone who lived on the eighth floor. He left without incident and then I turned back to doing what I was doing, which seemed to be organizing or arranging something with multiple pieces. Then I realized I didn’t lock the door after Fran left and worried that he might have turned around and snuck back in, but he didn’t.