Now that it’s gotten up to 65 degrees here, Tom is out rearranging the shed to make room for the “doghouse.” It’s gonna be so nice to have that gone because it not only looks better and makes the room seem more open and bigger but it will make changing the bed so much easier, too. Definitely want to keep the frame and panels, though, in case we ever get a problem neighbor here that the park won’t help us with that could disrupt my sleep. Or if they build something in the back of course. I realize they can’t get right behind the house, but they could get a lot closer than what they have by the street.

The bad news is that I woke up tired again even though I don’t remember snoring. I’m not comatose kind of tired, but I’m tired enough. Since I’m not that low on thyroid now, it’s an indicator that I really do need to get used to sleeping with a mask once and for all. Didn’t sleep with the chin strap last night because, in some ways, that’s more uncomfortable than the mask. Once a month, the supply company is going to call to make sure I’m still using it before they send supplies, at which time I’ll tell them that I still have an extra nose pillow but would like them to send a full-face mask, if possible, for me to try to get used to.

The problem is, I’m not 100 percent adaptable when it comes to things. Sure, I can adapt to some things in life and have indeed adapted to many things. But after all the years I lived in noisy places, I never got used to it. Nor am I used to hearing dozens of planes most days after a decade either. The last few days have been relatively peaceful in that department, but still.

I forgot about the magnesium the cardiologist recommended for the palpitations. My doctors asked me about it today, and I told them I hadn’t considered taking it and wasn’t planning on doing so. But when they sent me a link explaining all the benefits for the heart as well as other things, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to take it before bed. I still have some magnesium glycinate leftover from when I was taking it for menopause anxiety.

Made it to Arkansas yesterday! So now I’ll be heading northeasterly and will skirt alongside Tennessee and Kentucky before crossing the southeast corners of Missouri and Illinois, and then heading into Indiana. Rode my virtual bike 4340 miles this year!

Tom just brought in two tall glass canisters we got at the old place that I used for both rat and guinea pig food. Wish I’d remembered these things were stored out there before he went and ordered a bunch of canisters. Again, we’ve only got so much space in here. He plans to use them for his pasta and I want to use one for stuffing. Buying stuffing in canisters is ridiculously expensive compared to store-brand stuffing in a bag. This way I can pour the bag of stuffing into one of the canisters and use however much I want at a time.

If they have a good plan, we were thinking of selling my old Android and iPhone and getting me a Google Pixel phone. I definitely like Android better than iPhones. My old one is getting kind of slow, though.

Due to the lack of space and not using them much, we were also thinking of selling the treadmill and Bowflex. I’ll eventually offer them up in the park group and see if anyone’s interested. We’re going to wait until after the holidays because now isn’t a good time to sell things.

I would say that no, the honker isn’t going home for Christmas this year. I checked last year’s journal and mentioned him being out of town on the 20th. Well, if he wants to be home for Christmas, he better get going soon.

Andy just told me he’s coming down in February from the 5th to the 8th after all because he’s not gonna let that witch of a sister-in-law ruin it for him. There may be a bit of hope for the morning of the 8th. I just looked at the schedule program and it thinks I’ll be getting up at 5:26 PM on the 4th so obviously staying up into the morning of the 5th to go down to his brother’s clubhouse to see him would be hard. Although these things can fluctuate by a few hours or so, it says I’ll be up at 9:30 PM on the night of the 7th which means I can stay up into the following morning to see him on the 8th.

So it’s looking a little hopeful now, but as I told him, let’s not get our hopes up too high because anything could come up between now and then, including Tom being available to take me because he may be working. He’s been thinking of getting a job for a while because while we can pay our bills, we’re still in debt. It’s just not that easy because most people want full-time workers. When I’m 62 I’ll be eligible to collect retirement benefits and he shouldn’t have to work then.