Ordered a quick-release connection for the hybrid. I ended up having okay energy yesterday, but today has been tough. Tom still thinks we just need to fine-tune things, and then little by little, I’ll be able to reverse the debt caused by years and years of sleep apnea. I hope to hell he’s right, because the longer this goes on, the more I feel like it’s hopeless. I got the events down and now it’s time to work on the “farts and frags.”

I think the hybrid is going to be the better mask for me in the end. It’s a lot less leaky. The problem was, five or six hours into my sleep, I woke up needing to pee and couldn’t get the fucking thing back on. It’s easy to grab the magnetic clips on the sides and yank it off, but getting it on is a bitch. So I said fuck it and started to sleep with nothing—until I snorted myself awake. Once I did that, I switched to the pillow and just dealt with the mouth farts waking me up on and off until I got up, exhausted as ever and barely able to remember the dream Rhonda was in, along with me asking Tom about Spain’s climate. I think with the Rhonda dream, I was lying on a table and she was helping me insert something into my bad ear when I said, “That’s as far as I can go.”

Anyway, I ended up napping for a bit, and tomorrow the quick-release will be here. For tonight, I will just sleep with the hybrid until it either farts me awake or I have to get up and pee and can’t get back into the damn thing. At that point, I’ll deal with snorts rather than mouth farts. It seals much better than the pillow, but it does still leak at times at the sides of my chin. I still feel like everything I do is going to end up getting me nowhere in the end.

So glad I could be there for Kathy earlier, and she thanked me for being her rock throughout her latest problem and said she was so glad we reconnected. She found her neighbor’s little 15-year-old dog dead in her yard, and a new break in the fence. She didn’t think the dog looked “graphic” enough to have been killed by any of her two dogs, but they agreed to pay to have the dog cremated and are thinking of rehoming at least one of their dogs, even though Kathy has her doubts that her dogs killed the dog. Well, I wasn’t there and I couldn’t see what happened, but it sucks either way for Kathy, the dogs, and her 70-year-old widowed neighbor.

Yesterday I did some experimenting and made some meatballs that came out awesome. I just gotta up the temp and the time to about 425 degrees and a half hour. I made meatballs with spinach and shredded cheese, and they came out great. I might add some Italian breadcrumbs to them next time to soak up some of the grease and add more flavor.

Today, I sculpted a cute little teddy bear out of leftover colorful clay that I used to create a base for Summer Dream’s bust.

Tom was kind enough to switch out the lobster claw clasps on some of my necklaces with toggle clasps. So much easier this way!