Citrus Heights, CA
Age: 52

Amazingly, I slept through the firecrackers last night. Also amazingly, I made it down to 153.4 pounds from 155.8 but now my body is rebelling against the weight loss by way of being stuck, as usual. I’ll be back to 155 or higher soon enough.

Now if the motorcycles could stop roaring around, I can get some writing done. Oh, to be in Tammy’s park where motorcycles aren’t allowed and they’re stricter with enforcing the rules. The only potential negative to being in a tougher park like that might be that they could nitpick on every little thing.

It took us about four hours but was well worth the time and money to put up our new birch tree mural in the master bedroom. It looks gorgeous and the furniture placed against it doesn’t detract from its loveliness like I worried it might. I love it so much that I may eventually put an underwater ocean scene in the hall. It sure would be nice if we didn’t have the damn grooves and strips that the old-fashioned paneled walls had back in the 80s. I swear our next place is going to be no more than 15 years old! I’ve had it with older places.

Heard Kim’s voice for the first time on Facebook but she sounded weird. It almost trembled robotic-like and like she was about to start crying or something. Tom heard it too and figured she was just self-conscious.

Started off the New Year with some strange dreams. In one dream, Tom rented a mail truck for some reason. From the window of our house, I saw a slim beautiful woman with a sarong over a swimsuit walk up to Tom. They chatted a minute and by the time I got outside, she had gone. I was surprised to learn she was 72 years old.

Then in another dream, I was 15 minutes late for an appointment with Stacey, only Tom didn’t drive me to her building. Instead, a woman drove me and dropped me off with some guy. The guy went somewhere else in the building as I waited in line to check in to see Stacey. I suddenly realized I didn’t have my purse with me and knew I would need it in order to pay the copayment. I went into another room and found that someone had been kind enough to hang it on a hook on the wall for me. While I was glad to find my purse, I was dismayed to have to get to the end of the line and make myself even later for my appointment. I thought of Stacey wondering where the hell I was and whether or not I was going to show up.