Just a quick entry before Tom gets back. He’s gone to drop off my Cologuard kit and then pick us up some Domino’s for a treat. Besides, he’s kind of out of food until Walmart delivers tomorrow.

The ENT’s office did get back to me in response to my message over the portal, but of course, they had to call rather than reply on the portal. Luckily, Tom was up and caught the call because I didn’t get up until 10:30. I would have actually slept another hour if my fucking mask hadn’t slipped and started hissing. Seriously, I can’t go one fucking week without something waking me up. Just one week.

Anyway, they called for two reasons. They wanted to make sure I would be OK with going elsewhere other than where I usually see him because they need to do the turbinate reduction in a hospital, since my nose is tiny. He confirmed that it would be no problem. Getting knocked out is the fun part. It’s the money that’s not.

Little Miss Be Happy was kind enough to knock on the door and tell Tom that we have a leaky sprinkler valve in back. At least that’s who we think it is, based on what she said. She didn’t give her name but said she lives a couple of doors down, gesturing in the direction she lives. I said thanks to the lady who alerted my husband to it, even though she didn’t give a name, and posted it in the park group, but there’s been no response, not that I expected one. She’s one of those people I’m OK with being on neutral terms with, but I definitely wouldn’t want to buddy up to her because she’s got too big a mouth. Then again, so do most of the people here. A couple of houses down in the other direction is a couple that’s nearly 90 years old and probably not out much.

This has given Tom the incentive to look into adding rock in back and along the side of the place, which would be great because that would keep the mowers farther from the bedroom when sleeping during the day. If it looks like something we can afford, he’ll go over and ask Ray if he’s OK with it going all the way up to his place, so there’s no room for them to squeeze through.

I want to get some play sand sometime to put in a metal bowl to put my candles in. This way, if there are any cracks due to faulty glass, it's safer.