Starting off the week with bad news. What’s next, Rhonda wanting to increase my dose? Toni sent me a message saying she’s putting the house up for sale and going into one of those independent living places, and didn’t want me to be surprised when I saw the sign go up. I’m not surprised at all. I knew this day would come, and I sensed it was getting closer as soon as she sold her car. Instead of being surprised, I’m worried. I’ve got the same kind of stress on me that I had when Irma and Dick put their place on the market. We could get another Ray, or we could get someone who could really steal my peace and make my life hell until either the office helped me or I helped myself by taking matters into my own hands.

I hate to sound defensive and like I’m jumping the gun since we don’t know for sure what we’re in for, but I absolutely will not tolerate noisy neighbors! Toni is going to do what she can to vet good neighbors for us who hopefully don’t have dogs, motorcycles, or some other kind of loud vehicle. Because it’s the middle of hurricane season, she doesn’t expect it to sell anytime soon, and I know she has only so much control over who gets the place, but hopefully she’ll do her best to see to it that we get someone quiet. This isn’t the 80s, though. If it were, loud vehicles would be the last thing on my mind, and we wouldn’t have people like the honker either, or people like the redneck who allow their mutts to bark, even if it’s gotten much better. Had a funny dream about the redneck. I’ll get to that soon.

Why does she call it an independent living place, though? Doesn’t she mean assisted living? Either way, it’s going to suck to see her go.

I just worry that they’re gonna have a loud vehicle of some kind and let their mutt bark out of open windows or doors. Also, that they’ll be company junkies slamming doors and hanging outside partying. I just hope it isn’t so bad that, once we see that no one will help us, I’m forced to take matters into my own hands. Believe me, if it got that bad, even though I’m not expecting a rerun of Phoenix, I’m not going to take it. A, I need my sleep, and B, this is the last place anyone should have to listen to anything that’s too loud or too frequent. I worry about motorcycles more than boom car stereos, but we are on the verge of that generation trickling into these places, along with the motorcycle generation, which sucks. These kinds of places used to be about peace, and now they’re more about just being with people your own age.

I wonder what it’s going to be listed for, along with Krazy Karen’s place, which is also up for sale now. I’ll have to look it up. Any idiot can see that Karen’s place is gonna need a hell of a lot of work, so I’m sure it’s priced quite low. Might be a flipper that gets it. Either way, it’s gonna suck when we have to listen to all the repairs being done. 

Toni could definitely get a lot more for her place than we could for this place because it’s in better condition. It’s got newer windows, and the washer and dryer being in the lanai is going to be a definite asset. At least I shouldn’t have to hear them slamming the storeroom door too often since the washer and dryer aren’t in there. The thing is, the houses are so damn close that, even if they don’t close that door too hard, that could still be enough to reverberate under the place and jolt me awake. So yeah, I’m stressing.

I read that for PVCs of the heart to become a problem, they have to account for 10% of your daily heartbeat total, and that that would be anywhere between 8,000 and 400,000 beats. I can’t imagine 20 PVCs, let alone thousands!

I’m sick of the iPhone and willing to put up with the Android for the most part, because the iPhone lacks features I like and just doesn’t function as well. It’s trickier to navigate, and where I would gently hold down the button for audios on the Android, I practically have to squeeze the shit out of the iPhone to get it to work, and it takes a few tries. It’s only better for speech-to-text and accessing the Mate store. When I go to the App Store, it keeps asking me for my Apple ID, and no matter what I put in, it rejects it. On the Android, if I want an app, I can simply just get it. So I’d rather deal with the slowness than deal with the iPhone’s problems.

Besides waking up to bad news, I woke up with fatigue because my sleep was more fragmented. They’re not kidding when they say junk food and drinking alcohol too close to bedtime affects sleep quality. We went to Publix and splurged yesterday on ice cream and chips. I also got one of those single-serve pina coladas. I thought I was gonna be in for quite an exhausting day, but the CoQ10 seems to have come to the rescue yet again. I definitely perked up after taking it, and again I’m thinking it’s the most likely thing I’m benefiting from. If it were the CPAP, would I have woken up with fatigue? I still need that thing, though. I don’t want to go back to suffocating awake or having tight lungs.

The fairy lights are adorable. They’re just so cute, and each one is a different color... blue, pink, purple, green, white, and yellow. Not sure where I’m going to put them, but I’m sure I’ll scatter them in different places. They tangle surprisingly easily, though.

So the redneck dream: I had been out somewhere for hours, whether it was on a long walk or working somewhere. Tom was aware that I was out and that I would be home in the late afternoon or early evening. The redneck lived directly across from us in the dream instead of across and a few houses down. I was suddenly at his place when I would have normally gone home. His parents were present but mostly oblivious to us and focused on the TV. We ended up having a surprisingly fun and interesting chat that the hours flew by without me realizing it. In the dream, I thought of how funny and interesting he was, despite our political differences. He was jumping around and acting all goofy, and we were all laughing at him. I asked where his girlfriend was, and he said she was elsewhere every other night. It was work-related, I guess. Suddenly, realizing it was around midnight, I said I had to go home. He didn’t seem to want me to leave, and then it hit me as to why he wanted me to stick around. Of course, no one would be interested in anything with me looking as shitty as I look these days, whether it was just to play or for anything serious. But in the dream, he was definitely interested in me spending the night. I told him I had to take my medication and that I didn’t want Tom to worry and wonder where I was.

So I jogged across the street. I heard a couple of cars pass by behind me. The houses were built on-site, and we had a ranch-style house. I peered through the sides of the blinds in one particular window to get a sense of whether or not Tom was still up before I went fishing in the dark for my keys. Thinking he was up, I rang the doorbell. When the door opened, I saw the house was lit up and another couple was visiting. A woman opened the door and looked at me with concern but didn’t say anything. I stepped inside and dropped a handful of broccoli that was suddenly in my hand on the floor against the wall for whatever rat we had in this dream to eventually find. Then Tom appeared, and without saying anything, he turned and walked away, obviously pissed that I was so late. Then I awoke as I was becoming pissed that, instead of being relieved and glad to see me, he was too pissed to even ask how I was and why I was late.