Still have occasional earaches and throat irritation, but it’s been wonderful not being dizzy. I’ve had more energy, too. Not sure what the story is with my lungs at times, though. Most of the time they’re crystal clear, but sometimes I get tight and even a bit congested. Wonder if it’s due to the unusually cool weather we’re having once again. The last two days haven’t felt like July here.

I woke up after about 5 hours of sleep. I was tight then. I laid there for about an hour till I fell back asleep (haven’t taken lorazepam in days). Then I had a slight wheezing and coughed up whatever crap had gotten stuck in my lungs.

The spotting I had stopped and I’m hoping this is it. I won’t start really getting excited till I go more than two months without a real period. Then a year later I can have fun using leftover pads to wipe down the shower walls or something. :)

Took a walk this evening down to the lake. There was a full moon visible and the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the lake was absolutely beautiful. Beautiful homes to the left, ducks afloat to the right… sometimes I can’t believe I live here. It may be noisy, expensive and too cold most of the year, but it is gorgeous. Love some of the sounds the ducks make because they almost sound like they’re laughing.

I did something I never did before and I circled around the entire lake for variety in my route, but I’m not sure I would recommend it to Tom because he doesn’t have good balance. There were some muddy sections and if he slipped on the ice up in Oregon, he would probably slip on the mud. On top of that, I picked up some sand behind me as I walked and it lodged inside my sock and rubbed against me with my movements, irritating the skin in that area.

The babies are now taunting Cappy, LOL. There’s a little section of their floor, which is also his ceiling, that’s not solid and they can peer down/up at each other. We locked the ramp, preventing the babies from going downstairs and Cappy from going upstairs. Both sections are so big that there’s plenty of room for numerous rats on both first and second stories. Anyway, they’re taunting him by sticking their noses down through the wire, knowing that they’re safe and probably frustrating the hell out of Cappy, now unable to pick on them as close as they are.

Tom brought up a good point. He wonders if the babies were so timid due to being so confined. Pretty sure they were in 10-gallon aquariums, and now that they’re in a huge wire cage, they might’ve felt overly exposed in ways they weren’t used to.

We got wood shavings from Walmart but it’s too dusty. I’ve got the air cleaner on high now. If they bother my lungs, they might bother the rats’, so we will stick with paper because we hate pellets. The pellets are way too heavy. We change the cage every week so there’s no way it’s going to “shorten their lives” as the loonies tried to claim. Almost all our rats have lived between two and three years and that’s the norm.

I’m just glad the psycho who wants her “grandbabies” back because I’m “hurting” them by using paper bedding and stirring up her PTSD because of my honest and legal, though negative review, has stopped harassing me by phone, email and Facebook. I don’t think they’re reading my blog anymore either, and as much as I know I was/am innocent of any wrongdoing, I will admit that the two times I saw them on my visitor list was a bit creepy. So… closed chapter of my life.

Last night I dreamed I was on a cruise ship. I’m not sure where we left from, but we were on our way up the East Coast to see my parents in New England who were alive in the dream. They’re always alive in my dreams but at least it’s only my dreams. At one point in the dream, Tom was off doing whatever and I decided to go get a bite to eat. Only a few scattered people were around because it was between meals.

Suddenly realizing that I was in my pajamas and not feeling very comfortable about it, I doubled back to our stateroom. On the way, a few women were commenting on a large doll one of them made in some type of class they offered. One woman asked another if she had enough room in her suitcase to pack it in since the trip was almost over.

I went back to the room and decided to wait there until our name was called for dinner. When they finally called our name, Tom hadn’t returned.

Then I overheard some cops aboard the ship talking about Caroll Spinney, the guy who plays Big Bird. I stopped by to let one of them know that I personally knew him even though I hadn’t seen him in many years because my childhood friend was his adopted daughter, which is true and real life. I wonder if he still has his awesome house in Connecticut.