Finished my painting of a candle in a window with raindrops on a rainy night. It came out okay, but not nearly as good as the tutorial. The flame seems to glow in dim light. I had trouble getting solid, even coverage over the color that was already there. The background color bled through so I had to throw on a few coats.

They gave me an antibiotic specially made for UTIs called Nitrofurantoin. I’m so glad they called in the stuff when they saw the results of my home test! That way I don’t have to suffer until they get the lab results sometime next week.

I’m also going to make sure I have foods and drinks that contain probiotics.

Even though I take children’s vitamins due to my sensitivity to things, I’m starting to wonder if they could have a hand in some of the fatigue I’ve experienced. I noticed that in the days following when I forget to take them, I seem to have a little more energy. Vitamins make Tom tired. I think the antibiotics might have made me a little tired too, so I can’t really experiment with that just yet. There are 10 pills that I’m going to take twice a day for 5 days.

I was worried thunder might wake me up but instead, a nightmare of having bees on me woke me up. I woke up literally slapping my chest to get them off, LOL. Despite the scary dream, I fell back asleep and woke up with good energy.

I also had a dream that we bought our old beach cottage in Old Lyme, Connecticut that we used to go to during the summers when I was a kid. The cottage that was in front of us toward the right was closer than it was in real life. I could see the guy who moved into it recently inside the place. I could see into all the rooms from back to front, including him sawing away on his front porch and driving me crazy.

Then he was in our place sitting at our kitchen table with us where I dropped enough hints without being rude to let him know it was annoying and he didn’t seem to give a shit like most people. I was surprised to learn he was remodeling the place because I thought it had already been done.

Finally, everyone from the surrounding cottages was at the table. Eventually, I stood up and explained the history of the lot on which the 7 cottages sat, and how my family and their friends owned the cottages back in the 70s. Tom, for some reason, didn’t seem happy with me letting people in on this.