I don't expect my luck to last forever, but now it's almost like something's doing me a favor and actually protecting my sleep, because I got up just in the nick of time today. Right after I got up, a storm started. Of course, it had to take the power out for a second, but it didn't wake me up. This happened last time I was on nights too, although like I said, the stress of knowing I could be woken up didn’t help. And sooner or later I’m going to be. We still have about a month left of the wet season.

As for Gabrielle… seems like she may not amount to much after all, although I guess it’s a little too early to tell.

Despite not being woken up, my sleep was rather fragmented, so I definitely have to lay off the antihistamines before bed. I had all kinds of dreams too, including all kinds of people from my past—from VH sisters to Evil Abbott, to Fran to Jesse. Most of the dreams were just senseless bits and pieces. In one of them, I was giving Dori, a VH sister, my blog link, telling her I didn’t give the link to just anyone and that while she was mentioned, I never use real names. Becky was listening, and I was worried she might check out the link, because for some reason I didn’t want her to. Not sure I ever really mentioned Dori, though.

Then there was something about Fran. I was chatting with him somewhere and he seemed really angry and I was worried he was going to slug me or something. I comforted him by laying my head on his arm, and then I pulled back, saying that Tom would be in any second and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. What I didn’t say was that I also didn’t want Fran getting the wrong idea.

Then I was on a piece of land that seemed a cross between what VH had been on and Jesse’s land. Both parcels of land were on a series of steep hills. It seemed that Tom had died and I was renting a tiny guest house on the VH property that Evil Abbott still lorded over. I was hoping that despite our history, we could get along now that so many years had passed, but I was quickly reminded of the fact that people don’t change. Then I was rummaging through some boxes and I pulled out some bowls I hoped to be able to give her in exchange for the rent I couldn’t afford.

I stepped out of the guest house and realized it would be a bit noisy when the kids were coming and going from school, because they would have to pass by where I stayed. Then I looked up the hill longingly at what was supposed to have been Jesse’s place, missing past times and younger days.

Then we were neighbors again with Bob and Virginia, even though their place didn’t look anything like in real life. Instead of being a construction worker like Bob had been in real life, he was a firefighter. There was a fire somewhere and he was being evicted because he was accused of arson. He looked at me one day and said, “Do you really think that after being retired this long, I would go around starting fires?”

As for the latest kiddie drama involving my junior high neighbors… someone complained that people were complaining about weeds popping up in the yards of those who were up north for the summer. I can’t believe there are people who will complain about what they see. If you don’t like weeds, all you have to do is not look at them. It’s what directly affects us that we should worry about, such as sounds from annoying people that permeate the walls of our homes.

Got a free VR app called Endless Climber. I only used it for a few minutes, but it’s OK. I question their footage, though. It seems like I’m higher up than they say.