I finally have fewer than 100 pages left to review to bring my bio up to date. I've been slacking over the past few years, so I'll need to write some new content as well.
Tom was outside cleaning the car windows when he noticed the car that’s been parked next door passing by and heading down the street. Around 7:00 PM, they parked on the street, which technically isn’t allowed overnight, but I’m not complaining since they’re further away now. I finally caught enough of them on video to get a clearer picture. They walk slowly, and they’re definitely older and thinner than Ray. Another possibility is that Ray might be delaying his return this year to spend Thanksgiving with family. But if these people are his family, why are they staying at his place? Either way, I’m just glad they’re quiet.I didn’t sleep too well last night—I kept waking up. The only dream I remember was watching the mystery girl straighten her hair. When I woke up, I had an immediate sense that she doesn’t actually do that in real life. I’d love to ask her how much of what I see and sense is accurate, but of course, I can’t. LOL.
I’ve never had a nail fungus infection this bad. My left thumb is still pretty bad, even with the lacquer treatment. If the prescription lacquer can’t fight it, I might need antibiotics, though I really hope not. Right now, my main health concern is keeping my A1C in check and making sure that dream about increasing my thyroid dose stays just a dream.
Someone recently asked if I thought anyone from my past might be reading my blog anonymously. I told them it would make a good blog topic—and my guess is no. I can’t be sure, but I’d be pretty surprised. Here’s my breakdown and who and why:
Relatives:
What’s left of my relatives either hate me or simply don’t care. The only one who might be curious—just enough to see if I’ve mentioned her—is Termite Tammy. But I still don’t think she’s reading. If she were, she’d have said something by now. She’s not the type to sit back quietly if she came across things about herself that I know she wouldn’t agree with. She always needs to have the last word.
Exes:
Let’s just say I don’t think any ex of mine has given me a second thought in decades—or ever will.
Friends:
No one I’ve met in person would be interested, except maybe one who has been reading my bio. None of my former friends seem likely, including Andy. The more he got involved in his groups, the less interested he became in anything else—or at least that’s how it seemed. He might have also gotten tired of my blog because we became so different. Whatever makes him happy is great, but I don’t believe in God, and I’m no longer the celebrity whore that he still is. I used to be, but not for about 25 years.
I still check his wall occasionally and am glad he lost 60 pounds in 11 months with a working thyroid to help. I don’t think he, or others not dealing with thyroid issues, understands just how hard weight loss can be without an optimally functioning thyroid. That was part of his projection problem, which I doubt he was even aware of. He always seemed to have this subconscious need to make others into what or who he is. Like it or not, like a car needs gas or a charge to go, one needs a thyroid to function and lose weight.
I doubt I’ll ever get under 155 lbs, but hey, 157 isn’t the end of the world either.
Online Connections:
A few online friends have read it before, but Maliheh and Nane have shown they want nothing to do with me, so why would they care about my blog?
Neighbors:
If any of my neighbors have found my blog, they’ve kept quiet about it. Some of my previous neighbors knew about it, and I’ll likely share it with current neighbors in the future as well—maybe even sooner.
I have noticed that some of my regular visitors who don’t seem to be bots only stick around for a matter of seconds, almost as if they’re looking for something.
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