Yesterday turned out to be an okay day but my mood soured a bit at the very end. I started to feel really warm again, and I said, oh no, not this shit again! But I got up and sat under the fan after cranking up the AC and was okay.

Toward the beginning of my day today, I started to feel a little off emotionally, so I took a gummy, went for a walk around the block, and all was fine. It’s important that I get sunshine for at least 5 minutes every day that I can. My stomach has been better the last couple of days, so I’m taking advantage of it and getting out.

This entry is quite short, so I think that rather than post a couple of paragraphs, I’ll wait and add to it tomorrow or the next day.

And now it’s the next day! I felt good overall yesterday, and this is going on the third day of no stomach issues, making me wonder if my problem all along might have been the B-complex and fluoride toothpaste. If I stay better throughout the rest of the month, I’ll have to think about whether or not I want to cancel the Tampa trip for the HIDA and seeing a gastro doc.

I went walking this morning and it was nice, even if I only went around the block and it was a bit chilly. I wasn’t anywhere near needing a jacket, though. If anything, I would need shorter sleeves if I was walking further than just around the block. It’s only been a few days since my stomach has been better, so I didn’t want to venture too far from the house.

Yesterday, I took my new wireless earbud, and as long as I don’t have it in too loosely, it stays put well. Today, I didn’t bother and was surprised not to hear a single plane, even though I expected to hear two or three.

Right now, it’s foggy as hell out there. Tom and I are going to go out and do a little shopping today, but as I told him, I want to wait until it’s less foggy. So he’s doing the laundry now and after I finish this entry, I’ll do some cleaning.

I’m happy for Brittany Griner’s release from Russia’s barbaric jail. I don’t believe she ever should have gone to jail for what she was jailed for, unlike the prisoner who was traded for her release.

I thought the US stepped back into the Dark Ages by illegalizing abortion in some cases, well, Indonesia’s banning of sex before marriage is utterly batshit fucking ridiculous. That ain’t just taking a step back. That’s diving head-first into pure insanity. Yet it also comes as no surprise in a Muslim-dominated country where insanity rules. And no, I’m not going to be “politically correct” by keeping my mouth shut so any sensitive readers don’t feel hurt. Hiding behind a veil of political correctness doesn’t change the facts no matter how much people may wish it did.

Argh, it’s kind of frustrating to have next door be empty for much of the year just to have people park there all the time like it’s a community parking lot.

I had a series of weird dreams last night. First, I was living in a large house with my dad. I was up in an attic bedroom and lying in bed. I leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down toward the floor to see some ants crawling around. I jumped up in search of bug spray when I saw something spewing oil all over the place. I don’t know what that something was, but I also didn’t know if it was dangerous. I ran down two flights of stairs and hoped my dad would still be up since it was around 11 at night. I saw that he was in a bathroom at the bottom of the stairs based on the closed door and the light seeping from underneath it.

“Dad!” I called out, and a moment later he opened the door. I told him about the oil and he followed me back up the stairs. Only I started finding myself getting lost through the large house on the way back up. There was this strange strip of floor that was slanted at a 45-degree angle that I had to run up. Then a level of the house that I had to step up onto. It was about 4 feet and my dad watched as I struggled to pull myself up onto it.

Then it was Tom and I living in a big house somewhere. We just moved in when there was a knock on the door and he was delivered a large TV. One of those fat old fashion kinds, only it didn’t seem that heavy to him.

I told him we should talk about the basement soon and decide how we wanted to section it off and what we wanted to use each section for.

In the last dream, I was riding a scooter down the road and then I was suddenly in someone’s house. It was a long house and there were many people in it as if they were having a party of some kind. I jumped back outside and onto my scooter. It was a hot day and I felt the heat burning my thighs, which were exposed to the sun since I was wearing shorts. My thighs looked funny too, with deep dime-size depressions and jiggled like jello.

I turned the scooter around intending to head home, but then realized I had to go back into the house for some reason. I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I was determined to make it fast. Once inside, the doorbell rang and I saw someone open the door. A policewoman and a policeman stood there and I feared they were there because of me but that was where the dream ended.