Given that I didn't sleep well last night and woke up to find my weight going back down, I thought my TSH was dropping. Yet as cold as I've been today, I'm not so sure. I'll find out on the 1st because that's when I plan to go to the lab.

Strangely enough, Fitbit says I only slept 5 hours, but I thought it was more like 8. I had another moving dream too, but I still don't see how these dreams could mean anything. I'm beyond being able to travel. In fact, had Tom worked until he was 70 as originally planned, we'd be stuck in California for life.

Since it's hard not to take advantage of when I do have energy, I did quite a bit yesterday. Part of that was intentional because I wanted to see if my energy crashed today, as is common with CF, and it did. I mean, I don’t think I slept that badly, although I did wake up cold at times and warm other times. No chipmunks until the end of my sleep, as usual. My sleep was broken up a bit toward the end, so that might be part of why I’m tired. My nose was a bit stuffy too, but it’s hard for me to believe that one drop of essential oil could cause that. I hope not because I really like the different fragrances.

Anyway, I think my fatigue today is mostly PEM—post-exertion malaise.

Tom’s appointment went well the other day. His eye is healing nicely, and he has 20/20 vision in that eye. That’s so unfair, lol. I’m blind as fuck and getting blinder.

Forgot to mention what I saw behind the Rednecks' place the other day when we were returning from the store. The very back of their place is tightly surrounded by tall, thick bushes. In one little section at one corner of the place, I saw a gate. I knew right away what that gate was meant to keep in, too. I didn’t think they were allowed to do that here. When the weather cools down and they're not home, I hope to hell they don’t leave the damn mutt out there. It’s loud enough that even though the back of their place doesn’t face us, I would still hear it.

My tentative shopping plans are to use more of my work money to eventually swap out the three remaining ceiling fans in this place. Each room has one. My work money paid for the one in the master bedroom. I’m going to get an identical one for the other bedroom, but the ones in the kitchen and living room are going to have colorful lights in addition to the main light. They will all have four blades except for the living room, which is the biggest room. That one will have five blades, and its colored lights will shine up onto the ceiling. The one I plan to get for the kitchen will just have a colored ring around it above the blades. All the fans will be white. 

I love not having pull chains dangling in the bedroom that I would sometimes get the sheets caught on when fluffing them out while making the bed. This fan is also going to be so much easier to dust.

We’ve decided that when it comes to our stuff, we’re either going to use it, dump it, or sell it. No more having shit sit around taking up precious space.

Meanwhile, I'm so tired I just wanna hook up to the chipmunk machine and crash even though it's too early to.