Kate Jackson turned 67 yesterday. Jaclyn Smith recently turned 70 and so I thought she was turned 70 this year as well.

I’ve been hearing less and less from Tammy and sometimes I wonder if it’s personal. It’s okay if it is, though, as I know that less interaction means less potential for drama.

I still like my hot pink vibe (it’s good for feet too), but once again my appetite has gone to hell.

I discovered one way to pull up photographs of people on Facebook unable to be found on their accounts is to do a search for their name, plus the word photos. That way, if anyone has tagged them in a public photo, it will show up.

I searched for Stacey’s sister Lisa. Lisa’s profile picture is taken from the side and it gives you the impression that she’s pretty good-looking. As it turns out, however, once I found a front-face shot of hers, I could see that she was ugly as fuck. She’s not as thin as Stacey but she’s not that big. Her sister Marcy is pretty big, though. Stacey is clearly the best-looking of the three.

Tom and I were discussing the possibility of karma, and the only thing that shoots holes in that theory, just like population fluctuations shoots holes in the reincarnation theory, is the two-year-old who dies of cancer. I mean what could they possibly have done to deserve it?

Yesterday I finished my book at 61292 words! After a MASSIVE editing job, it will probably come to 62K - 63K words.

Even though Fitbit says I was “under the zone” calorie-wise for yesterday, I’m up half a pound today. Tom says you can’t weigh yourself on a daily basis. I say Fitbit can’t accurately estimate the pitiful calorie burn for one with Hashimoto’s.

Last night I dreamed of winning $2000 worth of makeup. I don’t see it as a sign of anything extraordinarily good to come, however, since I’ve had very few dream premonitions in quite a while now. It was still better than being chased by flying spiders.

I also had a dream we were moving and that I was telling someone that this park/house was a mistake. It’s noisier than I would like but I would never consider it a mistake. Not leaving Arizona in 1999 and moving to Oregon… that might be a mistake. Maybe even coming to this state. But if we hadn’t, as I told Stacey, we never would have met.