Friday, February 4, 2022

Beautiful day today! We walked down the street and it was definitely Party Central out there. Darren and Carrie had someone over for a barbeque and Linda had her usual slew of golf cart visitors. It’s been surprisingly dry. I really thought it would be humid year-round and perhaps it is in Miami but not up here. I’ve been noticing it in my skin. It got up to 81 degrees today, but it’s back to NorCal for the next week or so starting tomorrow.

Dyed my hair deep auburn and noticed late in my day yesterday how sore my diaphragm muscles were from my puke party the night before. My left ankle has been a bit sore too. I’m otherwise doing great. I feel good emotionally and have decent energy. I only slept a little more than six hours last night and that would have left me totally exhausted as would getting sick had I not changed my medication routine.

Even the nightmare I had last night didn’t steal my energy. I guess being held hostage is the new theme. I was back in high school and living with my parents. There was this teddy bear-like teacher that everyone looked up to. He was over 6 feet, barrel-chested, and had a mustache and beard. The guy was perhaps in his late 30s. I went to his and his wife’s home with another classmate or two to find evidence of him being involved in child porn which we somehow suspected.

While the others distracted him, I snuck onto his computer. I found some file folders with various female names for titles. The idea was to email them to myself so I would have them for proof, but I couldn’t find a browser anywhere or email programs. I had to give up, knowing I could get caught any second. I went into the living room and didn’t see the other classmates. I knew the guy had made me, though, and that he wouldn’t let me leave. I tried to pass him at one point and he smiled with genuine amusement as if to say he knew that I knew I suspected him and we could make a game of it. It’s like he didn’t wanna be mean, but he couldn’t let me go either. At least not until I put what I learned from boxing to use.

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