You know that perimenopause thing I’ve been going through? Well, today I’ve definitely got more peri than pause. Both my flow and cramps picked up as I was waking up and I had to take some ibuprofen after suffering a half hour to let my thyroid meds absorb. So I’m cold, crampy and with a toothache. I’m sure there are some hot flashes on the horizon as well. 

I see my dentist tomorrow, so I’ll find out if I have any new cavities. I know I have a cracked one that still needs refilling. 

Gonna just try to lose myself in reading and writing today. 

Where my HR would be annoying high, today it’s unusually low. It’s 73 now, not a number I usually hit while awake. Could that be why I feel so cold? Maybe my period has something to do with it besides the wacky hormones. 

Just bracing myself for what project is on today’s agenda at one of the houses around us. I wasn’t too thrilled to find those white pickup trucks back working at the corner house yesterday. I thought they were done over there. 

The new people haven’t been a problem yet, but that’s typical of those who’ve just moved in. They need another month or two before they can really be judged either way. 

This may be mean of me, but I blocked some people on Prosebox because I’m getting more followers than I care to keep up with. I kept mostly the old-timers that don’t pester me. Not that those I blocked are “pests,” but I had to do some prioritizing of sorts. This way I don’t have to go friends-only or just ignore people and risk hurting their feelings. They shouldn’t know they’ve been blocked. To them, I’ve just simply stopped writing on Prosebox. 

Last night’s dreams are sort of hard to describe. First I was doing some printing project and kept coming up with weird shit. Tom had to help me with it. I was also saving journals in emails I might have been trying to print out as well. 

In the weird dream, I was lying in a dark room listening to Barry Manilow's music which he even dedicated to me. The room I was in was at the end of a place that was similar in size and layout to Jesse’s trailer, only on a much larger scale. The bathroom was where I thought Barry was dedicating his songs to me. This room was right outside of the room I was in and the door to the room was open. When the door to where I thought Barry was opened, I called out his name as I saw two shadows move through the darkness and out the door. 

Then the lights came on and I saw dozens of people, mostly women, sitting on sofas and chairs. They yawned like they’d just woken up from a nap. Some had dogs by their side. I patted one dog that felt unusually silky soft and asked its owner what kind of dog it was. The woman looked at her other dog and said, “Well, this is a Great Dane…” but never answered my question about the other dog’s breed.