Didn’t sleep so well last night. My sleep was very fragmented despite not drinking too close to bedtime or even eating close to bedtime. I just woke up a lot. Twice I had to pee, and then my allergies went off at one point. 

I woke from a weird dream about calling the FBI to ask if there was any way they could find out if I was molested as a baby. A female voice said yes, but then I hung up. A male agent called me back, and I was annoyed because I wanted to go about the investigation at my own pace, but he kept demanding my Social Security number. 

Then I dreamed we were going to a new dentist of some kind, and I didn’t have my insurance card with me because I accidentally grabbed the wrong coat. What I thought was a pale pink coat with my information in its pocket was actually someone else’s light gray coat. It seemed Tom and I had someone else living with us in this dream. A woman, perhaps.

Just going to the store has made me realize just how out of shape I’ve gotten and how little the glider does for me. A doctor once said you should be able to talk when you work out, but not sing. Yet I could sing my heart out if I wanted to on the glider. So tired or not, it’s time to get a little more active to bring my HR up a bit higher. I don’t think I even hit the triple digits on the glider. The treadmill is boring, and outside is too humid, so I decided to alternate between the board and the bike (glider) on VZ. I usually hit the road two or three times a day. I’ll make sure my first round is on the board with the trainer on. I activated her yesterday for a 15-minute aerobics routine and could barely get through half of it. That’s how out of shape I’ve gotten. It worries me not just from a health standpoint but from an emergency standpoint as well. If I suddenly had to run in an emergency, I want to be able to do it.

Today, my biceps are a little sore from yesterday, and I didn’t even use any weights. I used to be in such great shape for so long too, so it’s kind of sad. But most of it can’t be blamed on me being lazy or anything—it’s my fucking health and sleep issues. I’m determined to fight against them, though. I woke up tired today because of the shitty sleep, so I’m hoping today’s dose of CoQ10 will give me a burst of energy. More than likely, it’ll be like yesterday, where I can function but won’t feel that energetic. I guess that’s better than nothing.

I was surprised when I checked the inmate database to find that Hope was released a few days ago. I thought she wasn’t supposed to be released until something like 2040. Even Myra got her sentence reduced. She’s getting out in a few years instead of 2030. Teresa’s sentence was also cut from 2131 to 2103. Yeah, like she's gonna live another 74 years when she’s already around 70. Rosa gets out two days before my birthday and gets kicked back down to Mexico. I can just imagine how ecstatic she must feel. The closer a release date gets, the harder it gets in some ways because it’s so damn close yet still feels so far. Anyway, I don’t know about Rosa, but those released in the US will no doubt be on probation for life. I’m sure it will be intense probation and not standard either, so a lot of the time they’re not going to feel free but more like they’re living in an extension of jail. I remember how it felt—you were free, but your life still didn’t belong to you, so you weren’t free at the same time you were.

I did some research using AI, and it suggests that because the Honker was arrested, he may have a hard time registering. I asked what if the person was a former constable whose charges were likely dismissed and didn’t even make it to court, and it said this didn’t matter and could still very likely pose a problem for him. But I can’t see this being the case. At the end of our lives, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if everyone was gone except him and the redneck.

It turns out that the park is handling the sale of Toni’s house. So much for her being able to vet newcomers. She assured me she would be here through Thanksgiving and maybe even longer, and that the park would make sure only respectable people got her place. But these days, someone with a motorcycle is still considered “respectable,” and the same goes if they have a dog they don’t control very well. Also, while we’re having to deal with the motorcycle generation in these places, we’re on the verge of the boom car stereo generation trickling in, too. These places have definitely become a lot more tolerant of noise. It used to be about peace, and then it became about being with people around your age.