Tom’s building was closed due to it being slow, so he has today off. They’ve closed before but this is the first time he was told he could take the day off. I don’t sense any impending layoffs but when I asked him about that he said he didn’t know anything for sure. I’m not worried about it, though. Nothing is going to let us lose a house this noisy. But then again, there are signs of the “end,” so to speak, which I’ve learned to recognize when we’re about to move or end/begin a certain period of our lives. I worry that because I’ve gotten my physical and emotional health back on track within a year or two there’s going to be some new long-term problem.

We always move when I meet nice people in the area if they don’t move first. Plus, the loud car is gone, and while it’s still noisy here in general, everywhere I live seems to get a little quieter at the very end of my time there.

It doesn’t make sense that we’re nearing the end of our time here, though, because even if they did lay him off, that doesn’t mean we could just move.

We went to Walmart at 7 and were going to go for a walk when we got back. Started out in my hoodie but was too warm so I turned around and dropped it off at the house, then found I was too cold. I just couldn’t get my body temperature comfortable so now I’m on the treadmill where I have more control over that.

Okay, it’s a little later after I’ve done some cooking. This time I roasted some chicken wings in one of those bag-and-season things with diced potatoes and some mushrooms. First time I’ve ever added veggies and potatoes to this kind of thing.

Our latest project was the Twenties getting a shed installed yesterday. They’re one of our top project junkies but as I’ve learned, if you live with people with money, they’re always going to be doing shit. Love those two, though. Fortunately, I only heard a few bumps and bangs because it was just a 4-hour job and I spent part of it visiting Dixie. I was glad to learn they aren’t going to be putting up a garage since that would be way more noise. I think their driveway is too steep for it. They replaced the old shed in the back of their carport that most of the houses here have. We call ours a storeroom. It’s not as nice as Tammy’s, though.

Speaking of her, she’s still ghosting me.

Before I saw Dixie, I briefly chatted with the Twenties and it was nice to see them since it’s been a while. Jon was his usual funny self. I started talking to Carolyn first and he came up to us and said, “What are you doing harassing the neighbors?” LOL

He also asked me what a musician’s favorite pastry was. The answer is a drumroll, haha.

They said they were going to Alturas for a few days and asked that I keep an eye on their place. I just asked if they needed their trash and recycle bins pulled in and she said, yes. They’re on the road to Reno now but aren’t sure when or if the person they asked to pull them in will do so.

And now it’s later still. Yeah, sometimes I work on entries on and off for hours at a time.

We ran out to Rite Aid where I grabbed mini bottles of Merlot, Moscato, chardonnay, and Pinot Grigio. No Rosé this time. We got some treats too since we’re having a long weekend. Felt wound up today for some reason, though not in an anxious kind of way, and the wine was very relaxing. Maybe it was just because I’ve been on the go non-stop for about 10 hours doing so many different things in and out of the house. Every time I would think I was done with things, I would remember something else to do.

We ordered a 2-pack for $50 of large quilted, washable, waterproof pee pads with a silica slip guard on the bottom for the pigs since having them in the kitchen is really working out well. So, $140 wasted on their cage, and $100 wasted on fleece liners. Sort of.

Also got a corner hideaway made especially for this fence which some people use for their own guinea pigs as well as puppies. I chose pink, of course, but the pee pads are going to be brown with black paw prints.

Hate it when I forget I have speech-to-text running and then I go talking on my phone, to Tom or the animals, and it inserts text in my journal. I deliberately let it run when I’m not doing any actual writing and let it pick up whatever bits and pieces of conversation it can, then send it to scammers that send me shit, LOL.

Since we have several old phones, and they all have cameras in them, he set one up in the living room window and I’m watching what traffic goes by from the bedroom where I work. Being the middle of a Friday I’m surprised I haven’t seen a lot more vehicles than I’ve seen. Because my screen is so big, I can have the camera display on one side of the screen and Google Docs on the other. It’s going to suck giving up this giant monitor but it’s not practical with my vision being the way it is. Can’t have it far but can’t have it too close either.

This is pure fantasy, but it would be so cool to have a way to spy inside people’s homes. Those I know, of course, like the Twenties, Bob and Virginia, and Dixie.

Aly said: I didn’t say he took over the account. I had him change the password, I no longer use the email I’d used for it, so I had to get him to deactivate it but I have control now if I want it back up. He gave me the password he’d used and I did briefly reactivate it long enough to delete my phone number from it and change it to a password I know.

She also said: You’re reading waaaaaay too much into the D/s stuff. We’re on a break for a totally different reason, has to do with his physical and mental health. Just because I like to write DMS doesn’t mean I like to live it, this is why I don’t tell people personal stuff they don’t get it.

As I told her, I would get more things if she wasn’t so cryptic and vague. :-)

Just saw Dixie leave.