We got the door strap and the resistance bands with handles! The door strap has five different levels. We’ve got it attached to the hall door. Walmart wouldn’t send another one, so he got a refund instead. It turns out to be a good thing because the one Walmart was supposed to deliver was only the door strap. It didn’t have the resistance bands with it. I would have been pissed. So he got one from Amazon that included a set of multicolored resistance bands. Knowing me as well as he does, he knew I would hate the gray set. So I’ve got red, green, blue, purple, and yellow. They range from 30 to 50 pounds. Soon, I’ll put together a list of exercises I want to do and then decide which ring is best for them. There are five levels from the top of the door to the bottom. Some I’ll do standing on the bands, like when doing squats and biceps. When it comes to my abs, I’ll just throw myself on the floor and do them the old-fashioned way.

Also got a set of six ceramic coasters to put candles on. This way, when they get close to the bottom of the jar, they won’t scorch the furniture. Each one has a different nature scene and nice colors.

The honker has been out all day. I love it when he takes off all day. He tends to do this mostly in November, presumably to catch up with friends. I don’t expect the next project to start until December, when it’s a little cooler. The way he moved the golf cart to the other side of his double-wide driveway makes me think he plans to take the motorcycle out later.

I laughed to myself when I imagined decorating his golf cart with pride flags while he’s out. Of course, I would never actually do this, but it’s a funny thought. Might be a good prank to throw into the book he’s in, but it’ll be a while before I get to working on that some more.

I love that there haven’t been as many commercial planes due to the government shutdown, but the small planes—which are even more annoying—sure are making up for them.

Had a nightmare and a good dream last night. Both dreams only lasted a second. 

In the good dream, Todd came down, and we hugged, and I pulled back and said, “Wow, I can’t believe we’re actually meeting.” 

The other dream was horribly sad. Tom had died, so I was staying with some guy, although I don’t know who. I was distracted for a little bit because the guy and I were talking about something. But then Tom popped into my mind, and I burst out crying, saying I wanted him back and all that. 

I knew I had to take something to get back to sleep, so I took half of a clonazepam. I’m a little tired today but still functioning. It would have been worse if I hadn’t taken anything because I would have been up longer.

I’ll never miss Tom after he’s gone because I’m going the day he does, unless I’m surprised with something killing me first. I would never and could never live to be that horribly depressed and lonely.

Yesterday, he said he couldn’t understand why people want to hurry up and finish their lives and that he would live 100 years if he could. He said, “Once I’m dead, I’m going to be dead forever, so why do I want to hurry up and get through life?” Fortunately, he doesn’t understand what it’s like to really, really suffer. Hopefully, he never will either.