Well, that didn’t last long. The damn bastard is back to its usual sawing. When Tom picks up the mail tomorrow, he’s going to see what he can find out. This is just ridiculous. Even Mrs. Twenties is starting to get sick of all you hear around here. She sent a message around the time I got up apologizing for the noise, saying they had to repair something in one of their cabinets. I told her I didn’t hear a thing and that it was the guy at Dahl’s place getting on my nerves again. Besides, she and Jon are excused because we just love them. :) They love us too, she says. But this saw-loving guy’s got to go. I’m not going to listen to it every other day for 4 years!

I was teasing Tom (playfully) about not being able to build muscle as easily as I get mine naturally even when I get lazy and neglect to work my arms as I have been lately. I use the Pilates ring a little, though. I still admire his consistency. He’s really been sticking with it. He may not end up with this kind of muscle but he’s still able to lift some things easier than I am having longer arms than I do.

I think I might have sprung a cavity in one of my upper molars behind the bridge. Guess that’s my fault for not using the Waterpik. The button would get stuck at times, so I switched to using dental sticks. But they don’t work nearly as well. I know regular flossing would be best but I’ve been paranoid about using that ever since I popped a crown. We’re not insured yet, so I’ll keep up with the Waterpik and see if that helps. We need to save every single penny we have for emergencies. Plus, there are no guarantees his unemployment request won’t be rejected, and that’s going to take time to kick in anyway. It could take up to a month.

Did some research and found a promising dentist who’s from Cali. They now have this really cool laser thing to replace that horrible dental drill, but unfortunately, it’s a lot more expensive. If she has that, then hopefully she’ll have a numbing agent without epinephrine.

The coronavirus is getting closer to home. First case was reported in neighboring Placer County. That’s the Auburn area. I’m still not worried about it because of the odds which is much like the lottery. People are funny. When they play the lottery, they’re so sure they’re not going to win. Yet even though the odds are the same or lower, they’re afraid they’re going to get infected. Go figure.

When, oh, when is this period ever going to end? Still having a cross between spotting and a light flow. This is bullshit. Just utter bullshit.

Didn’t sleep as well last night which is why I’m a little tired today and why I remember a few dreams I had. I even napped for about 20 minutes.

I guess I had a job and one dream. I’d been up since 6 a.m. and after work, I spontaneously joined someone to go to some kind of group meeting or something like that. I have no idea what it was for, but we took a train there at around 7. I realized I was getting tired and asked what time we would be home. Someone’s answer was shortly before midnight. They said it would be best not to let my eyes close otherwise I wouldn’t be able to open them again. I was worried about staying awake and the fact that I would only get a few hours of sleep before work the following day.

Then they began to serve dinner which consisted of roasted chicken, rice and a fried egg.

The other dream was in the Phoenix house. Instead of being a closet off the utility area, it was a bathroom. A couple of women with some kind of disabilities were living with us. They were staying in the back room. I was asleep in the master bedroom and woke up to pee. I assumed Tom was working. The sun was already up. I thought the bathroom by the bedrooms was in use, so I went around to the other bathroom to find that it was in use, too. On my way, I noticed the front door had blown open in the wind and I closed it before finding the bathroom by the bedrooms now unoccupied.

Oh, how interesting. Someone going by the name of Nunya is now friends with Molly. Of course, the account is private, and they only have 1 follower which I’m sure is Molly. I wonder if the “seesall” part of the handle is her way of admitting that she knows more about what I do than she should. I hope she wasn’t the one who saw an entry I accidentally made public on MD that should have been private. Fortunately, I caught it pretty quickly.

Anyway, if it really is her, she only has 19 tweets. The way Molly tweeted “I’m here for you girl I should do that to Roman too” makes me think it definitely is her because of not only the handle and the fact that she only has one follower and so few tweets, but also because Molly doesn’t have anyone else she tweets with regularly.

Sometimes I get the feeling that she’s about to dump me and I don’t know if it’s because she already has once or because it’s only natural to wonder about it at times since people get dumped all the time. I wonder just what it is she should do to Roman as well. Ghost him?

While Aly certainly has been a great friend in many ways and for many reasons, I realize she isn’t the truest of friends. Too many secrets and lies.