Not much is going on today, except that I'm exhausted. I was up for a long time, so I'm not surprised I'm tired today, although I shouldn't be. Still, I feel like this level of fatigue is a bit extreme. I'll make one last effort to resolve the fatigue problem when I see Rhonda.

I've trekked through a few more towns in New York: Le Roy, Caledonia, Avon, and Rush.

Yesterday, we both had a sudden urge to indulge in junk food, so we went to Publix and loaded up on all kinds of snacks. That might partly explain why I'm so tired today.

Tomorrow, my slightly wine-stained teeth will be nice and clean because I'm going to the dentist for a cleaning. I'm pretty sure they're going to take X-rays this time. Either way, I really hope I don't have any problems!

I had another VH-like dream where my parents were alive, and I didn't know Tom. This place seemed to be a short-term place, but I had to be there whether I liked it or not. I had only been there for a week or two when a male staff member surprised me by saying I'd been discharged and my parents were on their way to get me.

I called someone to verify if this was true. It was someone connected to my being there, and I knew she would know if I'd really been discharged and if my parents were really on the way. The woman sounded young and spoke in a very soft voice. I was in a large room where many patients or residents or whatever they were called were mingling, making it hard to hear her. At one point, with annoyance in her voice, she spoke louder after I asked her to repeat herself, but I still couldn't get a definitive answer about whether I'd been discharged and would be picked up soon.