Melanie is as real as I suspected she was. The doll is on the way! She even showed me a copy of the receipt with tracking info. It should get here on Wednesday. As a thank-you—and because I don’t like taking without giving, even when it’s not expected—I’m making her a diamond painting. I have no idea what she likes, but I have a feeling she’ll enjoy the butterfly design I’m working on. I’m also including a lady in a fancy gown that’s a partial drill. The butterflies are a full drill.

I’m not sure if “Martha” is truly as haunted as she says she is, but I will assume it is. Why not make a game of it? Real or not, there’s no harm in a little pretending as long as you don’t delude yourself. I can’t say for sure whether what Melanie believes is real or not, but it’s real to her. I think reality is a subjective thing. Like in VR—I felt like I was just in Serbia but of course, I wasn’t. Sometimes, letting something seem real, even if it isn’t, can be a good thing. Maybe haunted dolls do exist. Who am I to judge when I haven’t had those kinds of psychic experiences? That’s not where my “gift” lies. Besides, I still can’t explain why Jade was so active for a while. I just put her back in the bedroom in the spot where she was most active, but nothing is showing up yet on the reader.

Todd cracked me up last night. He got a new weather app and added Florida to it, saying he was surprised that it was only 66 degrees here. I was like WTF? It was actually 83 degrees here at just after midnight, and not under about 75 in the entire state. Then he told me he accidentally added Florida, New York. Neither of us realized there was such a place! Except for the well-known places in that state, I don’t know much.

Sadly, Tink's tumor is growing—not that I didn’t expect it to. She appears not to be in pain, but is definitely having a little trouble walking. She couldn't go galloping across the room like she used to, that's for sure.

I took clonazepam before bed and slept much better. I was a little worried at first because I woke up too early, but was able to doze on and off until I wanted to get up. I slept for quite a while, too. Only one chipmunk came to visit me, and that was partially my fault because I flopped onto my back thinking I was getting up then. They're more likely to happen on my back and a little less on my side and even less on my stomach. It's now a good thing that I'm a stomach sleeper! This is definitely the easiest mask to sleep in that position, too.

Had yet another moving dream. I don't know why they keep coming at me, but they're definitely plentiful. It's hard not to believe they don't mean anything, but I can't imagine what. We're not going to have the money for moving, and even if we did, most days I'm too tired to handle even a 2- or 3-day trip, let alone a move across the country.

In this dream, we hadn’t moved yet, but were looking. It seemed we were still in California, too. We were heading somewhere when all of a sudden Tom spotted a sign and said, “That looks like a really good deal,” and pulled into an adult community. I loved how the houses had two stories, even though they were closely set and small. The only thing that disturbed me was that each house had small backyard enclosures, and I could see dogs left unattended in them, and knew that would call for a lot of barking.