The more I think about it, the more I just don't see how we could ever get out of here, even if we got top dollar for this place. That's because "top dollar" in the condition it's in would only bring us roughly 40 grand—maybe slightly more, but not much. How do we get land and even a cheap, tiny, fabricated home, plus the solar panels, septic, and all that?

Like it or not, I think we would have a better chance of staying put and fixing this place up. I'll just have to deal with the allergy aspect of it—it hasn't killed me yet. I don't like the idea of being in a flight path for the rest of my life or spending roughly 8–9 more years with the Honker and his motorcycle and projects. But hey, at least the weather is great most of the year, and it's not an expensive state.

Time to set new goals. If we can ever get ahead enough to save more money, then I think we should finish the bedroom walls, redo at least part of the floors, and see about adding cabinets in the kitchen.

I don't have as much energy as yesterday. I was up a long time, and that, along with a cocktail of Benadryl and melatonin, caused me to wake up groggy. The protein shake still helped me wake up a little more than if I didn’t have it, but I'm not like yesterday. I'll take a full clonazepam before bed tonight because I have an appointment tomorrow, and hopefully, the fucker across the street won't wake me up. I was just lying there awake at about 7:40 this morning when I heard him go out on the motorcycle because all his guests took the truck but could barely hear it over one sound machine. It should be OK with both sound machines. Besides, he moved the thing not too long ago when I was sleeping and didn’t wake me up. I always have the portable sound machine in addition, in case the internet cuts out my nature sounds.

A couple of hours later, the motorcycle returned, and then the truck—and now the truck just left. I think he was driving, but I can't swear to it. I don’t get why you would let a bunch of people crash at your place and use your truck to go off by themselves so much of the time.

I looked in last year's journal, and they won’t leave until the 6th. So, two more days of the motorcycle, and then he'll probably go back to his projects. Should only have about 40-something days left here. If there's any more… ICE, ICE, baby!

The truck returned, and the passenger jumped out, ran into the house, and then back into the truck. They probably forgot something. And no, the Honker wasn’t with them because he just left on the motorcycle again—albeit quickly and quietly. It still amazes me how much sound comes from this one house in an adult community. I don’t hear his guests inside our house, though.