My babies are nocturnal so they’re pretty active now. They’ve grown noticeably since receiving them.

Went out walking the last couple of evenings. Weather’s gorgeous, too. What surprised me was the house where the kids live. An older guy and a girl of about 10 stopped me along the way to ask if I’d seen their dog. He said he usually goes out the doggy door and comes right back, though the kid said he usually goes to the neighbor.

A doggy door and a dog allowed to run to the neighbors in an adult community where dogs are supposed to be indoor pets only??? I still don’t get how they could have kids living there these last few years like they have either.

Had throat irritation yesterday, but it’s better today. I honestly don’t know what to make of it. Or my period for that matter. Hoping this is it and I’m at the end of the perimenopause phase, but can’t say for sure just yet. I’ve had spotting since the 14th, though, and I usually only spot for a day before it takes off full swing. Oh, the joys of being a woman.

Had a couple of funny and interesting dreams last night. In one I was in a hotel room with Mark and Tammy. It looked more like a suite actually, but anyway, I heard Mark enter and I ran through the place and into the kitchen where Tammy was. He placed a large pizza box on the table, which was to be our dinner, then he complained that it cost $85. He said that was ok, though, because it would feed us for days. LOL

Then I was with Nane. I looked in on her Facebook account last night so that probably triggered the dream. She still looks smoking hot, too. Her age only shows in her face.

In the dream, some guy was harassing us. He looked at her and said, “What are you… six-one, six-two?”

She remained quiet, though in real life she’s five-eight. I knew she wanted me to run, but I refused to leave her alone. Not sure what happened in the end, though.

Later…

Damn you, Cappy! We tried moving him in with the 3 rats we adopted as rats almost always get along with other rats. But sure enough, the bastard picked a fight with poor Burke, so he’s now carrying out his life sentence in solitary confinement just as he would prefer. So it wasn’t Hoodie, after all, to start the fights he’d have with this shit rat. I don’t know what this guy’s problem is or why he’s so vicious. We’ve never ever had a rat like this before. He hates to be handled. He hates humans. He hates other rats. The only thing he doesn’t hate is food. I’ve regretted getting him from day one, but Tom insists we keep him. Thank God rats don’t live as long as cats and dogs! He was born around December of 2014, so he’s still got another year left in him, but hopefully less.

But now Burke is a bit traumatized and who knows how long he’ll take to loosen back up. I was making such good progress with him, too. I feel like Cappy’s undone all I’ve accomplished with him, though Tom doesn’t think so. For now, Burke is still giving me a rat’s version of the silent treatment, and Cappy’s lucky I don’t beat his ass.

Tammy’s having surgery tomorrow. She said something about them cutting nerves in the middle of her spine. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Really hope this helps lessen her pain so she can toss aside the cane!

My ear is aching again, but I haven’t had any dizziness recently. It’s been wonderful. Maybe I’m almost done with the perimenopause. I hope so! Never got a real period this time around; just some spotting. I’m even sleeping better.

Got the phones set up, but still have to copy my MP3s over. It’s definitely easier to use than our other phones, which will be mailed in for $25 each once we’re sure these phones won’t have any issues.

My brainpower has definitely improved since we first got our last numbers because I memorized the new numbers fast.

Is the crazy war vet still peeking in on me and did she see last night’s posts? Don’t know and don’t care. How fucking dare they make the demands of me they made, though. And fuck their threats, too. Seriously, if they really are connected to law enforcement and can push this petty shit and make the same mountain out of a molehill the freeloaders did, I totally meant it when I said I won’t fall for it. Never again will I have someone “order” me to court as if I were a child, and all for speaking my mind. If I’m ever in a courtroom again, it will be to sue someone or to testify as a witness or something like that.

I had a dream that Tom appeared to be signing to Miss Perfect, though I knew it wasn’t really “signing.” Then he said we were going to file suit against Evelyn for $275.

In another dream, we moved into a condo in which my bedroom was attached to the dividing wall. I liked how quiet it was, but knew the peace wouldn’t last long because the adjoining place was empty and it was just a matter of time before it sold.

Then Tom was making these sexy female figures appear that were about 6” long using some high-tech computer program.

Lastly, I was meeting with Stacey when my mother of all people suddenly appeared, making me feel like I couldn’t talk with Stacey as openly as I’d like. Stacey seemed more distant too, just like I’m guessing she will be the next time I see her.