It hit me that I really ought to take my own advice. Ever since the SCOTUS overturned Roe, I’ve been hesitant to share much of my life, thoughts, beliefs, experiences, and opinions publicly, knowing that sooner or later, writing and speech are going to be targeted. Meanwhile, I’ve been insisting that the way to stand up to crazy is to defy it and not give in to it, meaning that doctors and nurses should continue caring for their patients as they’re sworn to do and not listen to what any twisted laws say. I do believe that sometimes you need to do what’s right and not what the law says. Technically, any doctor who doesn’t fully treat their patients as the SCOTUS demands is aiding and abetting evil. Crazy only keeps on getting crazier if you give in to it and you let crazy push you around.

So then why have I run from public view? Well, I’m not anymore because I don’t give a shit. I don’t give a shit anymore about the SCOTUS. I don’t give a shit anymore about the laws. I don’t give a shit about anything but living my life and allowing others to do the same. I’m not doing anything wrong and I’m not about to let my speech be trampled on any more than I would let anyone tell me I had to have a baby I didn’t want to have if I was in that situation.

While I’m on the topic of speaking out, I did just that in my own name about Steve’s mutt. I watched it go on and on while he was getting the golf cart ready. That seems to be when I hear it the most. The little fucker gets all excited about going riding. Well, I don’t want to hear it anymore so I spoke up. Yes, they could be friends with Steve and they could retaliate, but I’ll take my chances because that’s what life is about…taking chances. And as someone once told me, there would never be any chance for change for the better if no one ever spoke up. I just don’t know if it will do any good even if they don’t spite me for it.

Went to the lab this morning and had no trouble getting blood drawn. Women usually do a better job than men, so it’s a good thing that most phlebotomists are women.

Stopped at Burger King on the way back. I’m slowly scaling back on my guilty pleasures. We don’t eat out often to begin with, but because we’re going out tomorrow to get some more fluoride toothpaste from my dentist we’ll probably stop at KFC along the way. I’ve been craving them for a while. But my 3 guilty pleasures are coffee, candy, and wine. I’m cutting back on the candy because I am pre-diabetic and I definitely don’t want to become diabetic. So I figure getting rid of sugar will help. Once I get my thyroid numbers as ideal as I can, I will be cutting out the wine and making one last-ditch effort to lose weight. I’m going to keep the coffee though.

I decided I’m finally done publishing books on Amazon whether or not it’s my own name or a pen name. They never paid me for book sales I’ve made over the last few months! So I said fuck it and pulled everything off their shelves. I’m not going to be a free library. Sharing stories for free on my story account is one thing. Not being paid while others profit is another. I swear I am so not meant to make money! ☹

It occurred to me that I haven’t heard firecrackers. Turns out that’s only because I’ve been asleep when they’ve been going on. Tom’s heard them for a few days now, and I just heard one. It can’t be nearly as bad as it was in Cali, though! It was horrible there.

Since protesting seems to be America’s favorite pastime, some are protesting the July 4th holiday saying what independence? What independence do we supposedly have when women have been stripped of the rights to their own bodily anatomy? It’s fucked up but people have got to learn to live with it since it’s not going to change for decades and when it does, it will eventually be back to the way things are now or worse. People’s rights are gonna be bounced back and forth like a basketball for as long as humans exist. Meanwhile, there are still states where it’s legal, there are pills, and other methods. I just wish more doctors and nurses would stand up to these fuckers (SCOTUS) and take care of their patients like they’re trained to do. It really is important to stand up to and defy crazy. If you don’t, crazy just gets crazier. What’s the point of being a doctor if you can’t fully do your job? Or you don’t.

I love that the SCOTUS is getting fed up with the chaos going on outside their homes, but that’s not good enough for them. They need to be shown a better example of what can and should happen to those who play God with other people’s lives and bodies. Sadly, this won’t be happening, though. There’s a US Marshall standing every few feet apart all around their houses. But if the protesters can get themselves to their houses, why can’t drive by shooters? Where are all the martyrs when you need them? The people willing to go to jail to help right a wrong.

sighs Lots of shootings tonight. But hey, guns have more rights than women.

Heard a few barks from the dog today and a few yesterday. It seems that nowadays most of what I’m hearing is the damn thing getting all excited to go with Steve on the golf cart. I still worry about when the weather is cooler and windows are open.

There’s quite a bit of thunder going on now, so I’m glad I’m not asleep yet. But will it bring any rain? It seems we’ve had some rather dry storms lately.

Woke up after 6 hours of sleep after being up 20 hours and was exhausted, as expected. Luckily, I was able to go back to sleep for over an hour. When I got up, I was amazed to find I had the energy I rarely have and I cleaned most of the house. I spent over 4 hours on it.

My Co Q10 should arrive tomorrow. I also got a pink wide-brimmed hat with a ponytail holder. It’s identical to the brown hat I got in Hawaii that has a drawstring tie around the neck for when it’s windy. That one doesn’t have a ponytail holder, though. This hat should be good for when we do nature walks in the winter.

Because the satin sheets are a little big for this mattress, we got something that secures them to the mattress better.

Tom said he was beginning to wonder if my curse was true because everything that could go wrong yesterday with the horses went wrong. He lost 30 bucks. As I told him, I was sorry to hear that, but I’m not surprised. I always knew the horses were just a dream. We’re not meant to have a lot of money. I just don’t know why or what, if anything, is behind it. Does it just happen to not be meant to be just because or is there something up there making sure that it’s not meant to be?

This is very likely our forever home, so when we plan home improvements and upgrades, we should consider that. I don’t think it will do any good, but after the AC is paid off we should decide what room I’m going to settle in and have it soundproofed. I would prefer to do the whole house actually, excluding the lanai of course. That would be the time to do the floors too.

But yeah, I really think this is it from a logical standpoint. We would never do this and this is just a hypothetical example of course, but if we sold this place and stayed in a hotel until we ran out of money, we would never be able to get a house again anywhere. Especially with him not working. So it’s not so much a curse as that it’s simply not meant to be. My sleep issues…that’s a curse! If my fatigue really is mostly connected to the thyroid, that and the fact that there doesn’t seem to be any change in my metabolism tells me I’m still way out of range.

Slept okay for the most part, but woke up tired as usual. Because there was no thunder or power failure to use against me, I had to have a nightmare instead where we were soon to be killing ourselves. It was weird too because he didn’t seem sick or upset and neither did I. It was simply something we were going to do and had to do just like we have to go grocery shopping and stuff like that. What was even stranger was that we got rid of most of our stuff beforehand. I wasn’t going to, but I knew he would be pissed if I suddenly changed my mind since we’d already made plans and given up our stuff.

Galileo just sent some helpful tips on blood pressure, most of which I already was aware of like the Mediterranean diet and things like that. But here’s something I didn’t know. There are natural supplements that can help blood pressure, since I turned down medication, and CoQ10 is one of them. They said to let them know if I’m interested in that and to keep track of my BP once or twice a week. They’ll check in with me in a month for those results.

First I gotta see if I can wake up today. 7 hours and 14 minutes of sleep, 88 sleep score, and I’m tired.

The nuts I’m getting this morning will be the last time I get them because they are lightly salted. The nuts need to be raw. For the Mediterranean or DASH diet, it’s basically very little salt, no processed stuff, no pastries, no snacks, no chips, no candy. In other words, Tom wouldn’t even last a day on this diet because it’s mostly fish, veggies, fruits, nuts, beans, legumes, whole grains, and a little dairy, pasta and rice. The bagels I’m getting are all wrong too LOL. At least I didn’t get any processed stuff! I did get a candy bar, though.

When my wine is gone, I will give that up for a long time. Read that high blood pressure is also implicated in earlier onset and worsening progression of Alzheimer’s disease and vascular dementia and I swear I have been so brain-dead lately! I’ve been putting the wrong diamonds in the wrong places more often when diamond painting, I’ve been forgetting that I preheated the oven, and all kinds of other things.

They recommend a minimum of 2000 milligrams of salt, whole grains, vegetables, and less saturated fats and sugar (DASH or Mediterranean diet).

Exercise five days a week for 20 minutes, and two of those days with resistance.

Limit alcohol and try to lose weight.

Meditation.

Natural supplements are EPA DHA CoQ10 and garlic.

I could definitely do most of these, except I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to lose weight. As we know, not everybody gets weight loss from diet and exercise. I don’t stand a chance with my TSH where it’s at right now. But for starters, I will focus on what I’m eating and count calories later. Glad that Bowflex is finally set up and that we didn’t sell it after all!

He wasn’t kidding when he said you can hear so much noise out in the lanai compared to the house. You can hear everything and I mean everything. As soon as we stepped out into it, I heard other dogs. Steve’s dog would be very loud in there because it has a loud bark and can easily be heard throughout the house. There’s another one around here that barks regularly, but it’s not too annoying. It’s further away and not as loud.

Since my legs and part of my arms get most of the workout when I’m doing VZfit, I’m going to focus on my core, biceps, and triceps when using the Bowflex.

My HR is doing OK today. Yesterday it spiked to around 100 for a while even though I didn’t have anything greasy or sugary.

Yesterday we decided to bomb the place after all. First, a spider jumped out and scared the shit out of me, and we have a lot of little flying bugs due to the humidity. We only had to be out for two hours, so we drove around and then ended up at BK.

Someone was definitely next door as Tom noticed someone painting their carport the other day. They also shut their bathroom window.

Anyway, I was a little jittery but it was my own fault for indulging in a wee bit too much fudge. So my heart was a little racy yesterday and I felt warm. And then the fatigue set in big time. Even though I only slept 5 hours yesterday, I started off with decent enough energy. In the middle of my day, though, it started hitting me.

Finally fed up with the extreme fatigue that’s been worse for about a year now, I decided to let Galileo in on it. They made a new case for that as well as for hypertension. They asked me to take some blood pressure readings for them and I did. It was probably high, though, because of the stress and extra sodium. I told them it’s usually lower when I wake up and that my old doctor decided against blood pressure medication because she felt it would make me dizzy since my readings are better at the beginning of my day. Plus, there’s the medication phobia. Yes, that’s gotten better, but I’m still prone to side effects, whether I like it or not and I don’t want to go on medication at this time.

They asked if I had ever partaken in a sleep study because they wondered if I could have sleep apnea. I told them no and that it would be hard for me to get meaningful results in a sleep study because of my unique sleeping situation where I have trouble falling asleep and have to sleep with the sound machine on. I guess I might be able to do one eventually at home if it doesn’t cost too much, but I doubt I have sleep apnea. Tom pointed out there’s a thing on Fitbit that measures your oxygen rate in your sleep. It’s a graph in which blue is better than orange. I only had a few orange peaks. Nothing that smacks of an unhealthy trend.

They asked about snoring, and I do snore, but lightly. I’m not like Tom where you can hear it through walls. Thunder didn’t wake me up as expected last night, but a power failure woke me up. It was the second one we had, too. The first one happened when I was awake. I hope I’m not going to get as many wake-up calls from that as I do from thunder. Anyway, I woke up the instant the power went out and I did notice that yes, I was softly snoring.

I also filled out some standard questionnaires and was asked about alcohol consumption and whether or not I’ve ever had any EKG or stress test. I told them I had both in 2016 and then they asked about anyone having serious heart issues before the age of 50 in my family. I told them about my father and the fact that one of my grandfathers died of a heart attack at just over 50.

They’re going to be sending me to the lab. They want to check my TSH and also my iron levels and look for antibodies that could indicate either infections or inflammation. It will be interesting to see what my TSH is which I’d guess is 11-point-whatever.

I don’t have a guess as to what could be causing my fatigue, but I don’t think it’s serious. I want to say it’s my TSH but then why didn’t I have such fatigue when I was first diagnosed? I was so tired that I slept for nearly 10 hours and got a good sleep score. As usual, though, I didn’t wake up feeling that refreshed.

I’m just so glad I have Galileo to exchange all this information with. I could never have done this through a portal with a regular doctor/patient setup.

So I peeled off the nail stickers from my big toes expecting quite a mess underneath, but nope. The lacquer really does kill fungus. My fingernails have me completely mystified though. I still see redness and I still have sensitivity where the fingertip meets the nail. If it was just a chemical reaction, wouldn’t it be better by now? But I don’t see how a fungus or infection of any kind could spring up that fast either. I still have plenty of lacquer on hand and tons of refills, though, if it doesn’t go away.

After Burger King (I only got hash browns) we stopped at Walgreens. I got some wine but no treats. I’ve had enough sugar. Since we still had time to kill, we sat in the driveway for a while. The humidity gives all the houses a drenched look as if it just finished raining. Once the sun comes up, it dries it up.

I came up with a cover story to have Mia contact Nane, but she never replied to the message. I’m sure she saw it, even though I can’t see that she did. I said… I believe we could be related. My father was Robert L and was married to my mother for 20 years. Somewhere during the marriage, he took up with a mistress. Although I can’t get my mother to talk about it, he supposedly started a family with this woman until he died of a heart attack in her bed. They had two daughters, Vivian and Marion. They would be in their 50s or 60s today. I live in New Mexico, but his mistress is from Europe. I was never told which country, but seeing the German writing on your profile makes me wonder if it could be you. The name and the age in your photos look right as well.

I don’t know if she suspects I’m behind the account. I added some religious memes and chose a royalty cover photo of a Hispanic-looking woman with three kids. There is a hand holding beach shells for the profile picture.

I’m now unsure as far as the termite goes. I went through everything that’s public and she has shit spanning back to 2010. Of course, one of the posts had to be the photos she took of me when we visited her that I specifically asked that she not make public, but I don’t care at this point. Most of what’s public is the usual shit she would post. Self-comforting memes, memes about being screwed over, praise for the Sarasite, her mommy and Daddy in heaven, the angels that watch over her, etc.

It could be that she’s had this stuff public all along and didn’t recently make it public, but I just never noticed when we were connected. I didn’t have another account to look in on her as I had no reason to. I also wouldn’t notice if she’s allowed anyone to comment on her posts all along. So she still might not have seen the message and might not have recently changed any settings.

I can’t get rid of the pictures she took and shared, but I really wish there was a way to get rid of all comments and likes between a person. I don’t understand why they’re showing up since I’ve blocked her. Blocking is supposed to delete all likes and comments from the person, but apparently, it doesn’t. That’s fucking Facebook for you. It’ll take time, but I could slowly go through my activity log and delete some things.

I’m going to be sending Galileo a message letting them know I’ve been doing well as far as anxiety goes and am starting just one 75 a week, with the rest being 88. While I’m at it, I’m going to mention the fatigue. I’ll explain that I’ve been having trouble falling asleep and staying asleep more often, not waking up refreshed most days, and see what they say.

It’s strange how I could sleep 8 hours two days ago and felt tired the first few hours of my day while I just got up from 5 hours of sleep and I feel more rested.

I love it when I remember enough of my dreams to write about them, even if they’re not good. Tom and I were living in a tiny house somewhere. There was just one room on one side and a bathroom and a kitchenette on the other. I slept on a twin bed along the back wall and he had a twin bed along the side wall.

A young woman in her 20s or 30s whom we had met previously came to the door while he was asleep. I let her in, even though I wasn’t sure I liked her very much. She just didn’t seem all there. She stayed briefly and then returned later. At this time, she lay down on my bed and pulled the comforter over her head. Then she started nonstop rambling about everything and nothing. I could clearly see she was bipolar, paranoid, and delusional. At one point she mentioned something about having to train me. Sick of listening to it and having no tolerance for the mentally ill any more than rude people, I said I had been up since 4 in the morning and asked her to leave, which she did.

I also had a dream about Johnson for the first time in ages. She and I were having a friendly chat and she told me she would marry me in 10 to 15 years. She knew I was still with Tom and in her mind, she may have thought he would be gone then.

Realizing she never told me her first name as she was walking away, I called out “Rachel!” to see if she would turn around. She didn’t, though.

Too bad I could never find her on Facebook. I don’t harbor any hard feelings anymore and I would love to say hello and see how her life has been even though I’m sure she wouldn’t reply whether or not she blocked me. I realize that as far as her blowing me off, that’s just how people are, not that people shouldn’t keep their word unless they have a good excuse not to.

I’ve only heard the dog once in the last few days, but I think that’s because I haven’t been around in the mid-afternoon to early evening when it seems to be heard the most. I heard a few barks yesterday, but nothing too loud or annoying. Still dread it when the weather cools down and people open their windows. I know I’m gonna hear the damn thing bark every time someone goes into the kitchen and it gets all excited in anticipation of being fed or when someone comes to the door or they go out somewhere and leave the mutt home.

My nails aren’t quite as sensitive after what I suspect was a chemical burn from the gel remover, but I do have discoloration. Not the yellow and brownish discoloration I had from the fungus, but more like a red irritated look. It extends from the middle of the nails to the tips. Hopefully, it will grow out and I’ll be as good as new again. I’m not doing anything else to my nails for a while.

Mrs. Twenties still says it’s been quieter there “for some reason” and that still bugs me, even though I know it can’t be as quiet as it is here. Not when you’re on a busy street in a big city. And like the trash collectors are suddenly using the smaller, quieter trucks they use here where a guy jumps off the back to grab the trash and they’re in and out? I wouldn’t be surprised if there were fewer planes and projects, though. I’ve been up for an hour and I’ve already heard four planes as late as it is.

She says the only dog she sometimes hears is Melody’s. Figures Gerry would shut her dog up after we leave.

It hit me as I was falling asleep that the termite could have allowed public comments sooner or later than she started making more things public. I remember having Aly check her account because I was curious if she made anything public about me and she couldn’t see much of anything. So yeah, she could have started allowing comments from anyone right after I sent the messages. Discovering this gives me a little more hope that the messages really did go through and were seen. Well, I knew they went through because I saw that much. I just had no way to tell if Facebook blocked them from being able to view the messages, or if they didn’t get them. As funny as it may sound, I really do hope her allowing public comments is because of me, LOL. There’s just something amusing about her doing this in hopes of “getting” me and me knowing she’ll never get what she wants. If I knew Tom and I were about to die, I would certainly leave a message, even though there still wouldn’t be anything she could do about it from a legal standpoint. I just wouldn’t want Tom to find out about it somehow so that’s why I’m quiet for now.

I’m still a little surprised she would risk embarrassing herself with what I may say about her, but I guess hoping to get me is worth whatever that may be. There are plenty of people out there willing to spite themselves to spite others. My guess is she’s either hoping I’ll write something she can legally use against me or she wants me to reach out so she can reply with “sensitive,” false and nasty “info.” Something like, “You’ve been in jail. You’ve been in funny farms. You’re going to be arrested,” as if that would really hurt, LOL.

As I said, I would gladly return the trolling as immature as it may be and as much as I’d be stooping to their level if it weren’t for Tom. I would just keep it legal. She really could have gotten her ass in trouble for threatening me in a recording in her own voice. She only did it because she knew I wouldn’t bother to waste time reporting her. It was still a daring but bold move on her part. A stupid one too.

Damn the fucking motorcycles blazing by the park! I know it’s Friday night but still. It’s the middle of the night. Have some fucking respect.

Mia now has her own Facebook account. I was curious to do some testing from her account and sure enough, she was notified when I did a post that I set to “specific friends” and made it visible only to her. But she didn’t get a notification when I did “friends except” and blocked everybody but her. So it’s good that I can check my account from the outside with the way Facebook fucks with our privacy. Yes, you can do a “view as,” but it’s not the same. I never would have known that Facebook started notifying friends about some of their friend’s posts had Andy not mentioned it.

Another benefit to the account which I was able to create using a temporary e-mail is that I can spy on certain people just out of sheer curiosity. Whether or not I’ll use it to try to befriend Nane or get message confirmation from the termite, I don’t know yet.

Nothing new to see on Nane’s account but the termite’s account was definitely interesting. I noticed that since mid-January she’s not only made several public posts, but she allows anyone to comment. My first thought was…has it always been that way? Pretty sure that no, it hasn’t been.

My second thought was…she’s baiting me. I could be 100% off base, but that’s what my gut feeling said when I noticed this. Before that, the only things they were public were profile and cover photos, along with fundraisers. Maybe she’s just curious or wants to meet new people, but I don’t think so. I think she’s hoping I’ll make a comment she can use against me. Why, though, would she risk me saying something that might embarrass her? Maybe she thinks it would be worth it, depending on what she would say or do in return. I still don’t know that she and the other termites got my messages, though. Facebook might have rendered them invisible because I deleted the account right after sending them. I don’t even remember if I confirmed the account, but I’m pretty sure I did. That doesn’t mean they’ve seen them if they did get them. I’m hoping they did see them and that they’re just being quiet because I expect them to be as vocal as they were the last time. That and hoping I’ll come to them since they can’t get to me. Maybe she feels it’s worth any shit I may say about her just so she can air out my so-called “record” and other things she thinks she can use against me. She has always given herself credit for having power she never had over others. I wasn’t kidding when I said that the year 2000 was the last time I would ever get screwed over in such a big way. So she’ll never have ammunition over anything I may or may not do in the future.

Of course, there are also the typical self-comforting memes like how she owes herself an apology for letting others be comfortable with treating her like she’s nothing.

As for her termites, I only went to Sarah’s page to see if there was any mention of me. 

Love thyself much, bitch? Same old classic narcissistic close-up Sarah selfies. Just one after another in an endless stream of the same old face shots. I’ve read up on the psychology behind it and it’s usually about low self-esteem and a need for attention and praise. The more compliments they get, the more attention they get, and the more it boosts their self-esteem. She’ll go ballistic on and troll anyone who dares to cut her down or that she at least thinks is cutting her down.

I would have to come up with some kind of cover story if I contacted her. Like maybe say that I was concerned that her sister may be putting mine and other people’s real names in some of her books and ask if she happens to know her secret pen name. I thought of having Mia contact one of her friends with a copy of the message but there’s no guarantee that the friend will share the message with the termite in case the termite never did get the message.

With Nane, maybe I can ask if she’s a relative of someone or something like that.

I decided I would once again disallow messages, but continue allowing friend requests. No one can send a message with a friend request. At least not now they can’t.

Even though I slept for 8 hours and got a good sleep score, I had a lot of fatigue early in my day. He thinks it’s mostly my thyroid, but partly depression. I’m not getting out as much or talking to many people. I wouldn’t be a social butterfly always on the go, but I would certainly do more and be a bit more social if I could just be up in the daytime every day. So many opportunities have been closed off to me because of this shit.

I’m down to just one 75 a week!

OK, I give up. I give up! I totally surrender to whatever the fuck has been cursing my sleep. No more trying to soundproof the bedroom. It’s totally hopeless. No matter where we live, no matter what we do, things always find a way to wake me up. If I was 100% deaf there would suddenly be sonic booms or low-flying helicopters. Or maybe I would have more nightmares and have to get up to pee more often if I didn’t wake up more just because.

Even when nothing is waking me up, I’m having more trouble staying asleep. I don’t know if that’s just an age thing or if it could be connected to the increase in my medication. I don’t think it’s on the medication if I had to guess but if it is, I’ll probably get used to it in time.

But why bother to reinforce windows or dog houses if it’s all worthless anyway? Manufactured homes are practically made of cardboard. First, the fucking mower woke me up. By the time he ran to the window to see which one it was, it was gone. I’m guessing the stand-up. I’m sure that one will be around more often too, just like I’ve been suspecting it will be. I’ll raise the volume of the Sleep Sounds and add an earplug, but I’m sure that during the times I’m sleeping on mowing day, which is about every three weeks, I’ll get woken up no matter what. I don’t think there’s anything that can block the stand-up in this kind of house because it’s just so fucking loud.

I really do have to put more effort into trying to sleep at night only. If I’m going to be tired half of the time anyway, why not? I’m usually up between 16 to 18 hours. So if I set the alarm for 6:00 AM, I’m going to get 6 to 8 hours of sleep even though it’s not literally 6 to 8 hours as I’ve learned. We don’t sleep the entire time we’re in bed. If I crash at midnight and get up at 9, I probably got 7 to 8 hours of sleep. What’s pushing my schedule forward regularly is that I can’t always fall asleep at the same time or get up at the same time. It’s almost always later and later. If I could at least sleep at night during storm season and when they’re mowing more often, that would really help a lot. But now I’m wondering if I’m even going to be able to sleep through the motorcycle anymore when it returns. It’s almost like my bedroom is letting in even more sound as if to punish me for trying to fight it.

The second wake-up call came in the form of thunder. It was loud and continuous for almost 2 hours. This is the way it’s going to be just about every day for months. I’m truly amazed that I’m not more tired than I am. I was actually more tired yesterday. So much so that I didn’t even do any VR time or drink wine. I don’t drink wine when I’m tired for some reason. I tried to stay up until the mowers came, figuring that whatever is cursing my sleep would be sure to have them come late. They usually come between 9:30 and 11:30, but sure enough, I couldn’t hold out past 9 and they came at 11:15. So while I crashed at 9 and got up at 7:45, I didn’t even sleep for 7 hours. So if I listen to my audiobook from 8 to 10 and then sleep from 10 to 6, I’ll probably get 5-6 hours of sleep on average. Hopefully, the time spent lying there listening to audiobooks will help.

I stupidly gave Nature Sounds another chance, but they still stop playing after a while. I don’t understand why the devs won’t do anything to fix the problem. I’m not the only one that’s complained about the cut-outs. I’ll use Sleep Sounds, but the best it will do is drown out little stuff. It’s not going to do anything for loud motors or thunder.

This month’s VZ challenge is to get to know the VZ team by taking guided tours around their neck of the woods. You don’t hear their voices speaking, but there are bubble pop-ups that give you the highlights of the areas. I’m in Eastern MA right now. I don’t miss the winters there, but I miss those spacious houses with breathing room around them! Stuck up or not, I liked Longmeadow. It was Springfield that I hated.

Anyway, I was doing a Thailand trip before the challenges came out. I’ll get back to Thailand after I do these challenges. They’re fun to do, even though I would rather do something useful than just meet the team like planting trees or feeding hungry kids whose poor parents should have been smart enough not to have them, or finding cures for diseases.

Jessie said that even though we’re on opposite sides of the coin where abortion is concerned, she still stands for women’s rights and feels the government has crossed the line (the focus should be on school shootings). But if she doesn’t have control over her own body, what rights does she have that most people don’t already have? Women can vote, work, own property, play sports, and do pretty much the same things everyone else can do. She just doesn’t always have much say over her body, but then most of us don’t. No one asks for sleep disorders, birth defects, or autoimmune diseases, and for a few years In the 90s, I didn’t ask to be exposed to DES.

Still in a good mood, despite the frustration of the sleep issues. I don’t want to be beating on meat while he’s sleeping, but tomorrow I’ll decide whether or not to do the ribs I got in the cast iron skillet or the cooker. I’m thinking I might try the skillet. These are boneless but cheaper. For now, I’m making fried clams and I’m gonna do a veggie stir fry with the garlic parmesan seasoning I got.

My husband is now officially a senior. He was just turning 35 when we met. It seems like so, so long ago. I have mixed emotions about him getting older. We’re glad to be older so he doesn’t have to work. I don’t know that I could go so far as to say it’s sad since he’s not suffering. Does he really have the 20 years left to live that I believe he has, give or take a year or two? I hope so for his sake! I think he wants to live longer more than I do.

I’m at the point where it wouldn’t seem like such an all-out crisis if I knew I was going to die soon. I’ve lived a long time and the older I get means less time in a crazy world. I just hope to hell there’s no afterlife. I really do unless it’s a million times better than this one. But if I knew I was dying, I would be more afraid of the suffering I would go through on my way out and of what may lie beyond than anything else. I can’t miss my writing or the VR if I’m dead, can I? It’s just that life isn’t what it used to be. When you weed out the legal and financial issues I’ve had to deal with, things were better before Hashimoto’s, before menopause, before glasses, before obesity, before I lost my libido and the sense of things being new and exciting in the way that they are to a younger person.

This one is hard to explain but there would be a certain atmosphere in the different places I’ve lived and visited but I don’t get those sensations anymore. The only thing that’s better about being older is that I’m smarter.

I was up for 19.5 hours and only slept for 6.5 hours, so I’m having another tired day. My God, I am so, so fucking sick of this shit! Why can’t I just have fucking energy most days instead of some days?!

OMG, am I seeing correctly? I do believe I am! Speech-to-text is actually printing out my swear words instead of starring them. Wow, you mean I actually have freedom of expression now in my own Word documents? How amazing. Doubt it will be that way in emails.

Really hoping the mowers aren’t late in case they wake me up right after I fall asleep. I’d hate to crash at around 10:00 or 10:30 and have them wake me up an hour later. Of course, that depends on what mower they’re using.

I discovered that I can republish my old books and use my pen name. I just had to change the name on the book cover as well as on the form. I republished Renting Ginny, but I don’t know if they send messages to previous buyers letting them know the name has been changed. I would think the termite no longer has the book on her device. But I’m going to start with just that and see if there’s any shit. If there is, I’m not complaining and requesting a removal. I’m going to reply instead and it’s going to be a reply that will make that bitch very sorry she ever commented in the first place. I can’t and won’t hide from her and her twisted family forever.

Speaking of twisted families, Andy told me some things I didn’t know. With him being four years older and my family keeping most things from me, he knew a lot more of what went on than I did. After Andy graduated high school, his mother left his father for four or five years. She went to stay with Marla in Atlantic City, which was where she was at the time.

Andy encouraged his father to date other women believing his mother wasn’t coming back. He only dated a woman once. Andy really liked her and went to spend the weekend with her and her kids. He had so much fun there that he ended up staying for a few weeks. His dad, however, decided that it was his mother he loved so he stood alone until she returned. They stayed together until he died.

I don’t remember much about Al as a kid, but I definitely didn’t like him as an adult. I remember one time I called his house looking for Andy when I was in Phoenix and he was home visiting and he spoke to me in such a snotty tone. I just didn’t tell Andy about it.

Then there was Phil. That was Norma’s first husband. Despite the fact that Norma was considered a hot blue-eyed blonde back in her prime, Phil had an affair And died of a heart attack in bed with his mistress.

Apparently, Phil had a whole other family with this woman and Michelle was asking Norma about it, but Norma refused to discuss it. Can’t blame her for that one!

Phil also scared the shit out of Andy as a kid by saying things like how he would put him in a box and ship him to China, and he said it as if he was dead serious. So I’d say that the heart attack was his karma.

For the longest time, I’ve been insisting that violence is never the answer to anything. But now I’m not so sure about that. Maybe that’s the only answer to getting rid of these twisted justices and restoring human rights. Unfortunately, it’s not going to happen, though.

I forgot to say that my back pain has been better since we rotated my mattress. So the side that was sagging probably did have a hand in my pain as I suspected it did.

Just sitting here missing Aly. Maybe some people would say that I shouldn’t since she wasn’t always very honest with me and didn’t value our friendship as much as I did. For a while, it was like that, but I’m pretty sure in the end she came to value the friendship very much. She also knew how much lying bothered me and became more honest in the end. But you know what? If she could just come back to life right now, she could lie to me all she wanted!

I slept shitty in that I kept waking up and I just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Again, I wonder if a high-end mattress would help or not. Maybe it would or maybe my sleep is just that damn cursed. I ended up napping for a while, which helped. I don’t have the energy I feel I should have, but I know that part of it is on the thyroid. I just wish I could hurry up and get my TSH down! But of course I’m not one that can simply take whatever medication she needs. But once I’m there, I can settle my curiosity once and for all as to whether or not I’ll feel better in general and have more energy, and if my body will respond to diet and exercise. Once I get it down, I’ve got to make one last-ditch effort to try to get some weight off otherwise I’ll die curious as to whether or not I was one of the few that could. I doubt I’ll be able to do it, but I won’t know for sure unless I try. It would really make my life a lot easier if I could get off a good 20 or 30 pounds, but I won’t count on it. I would have to cut a third of my calorie intake since I typically have 1500-1600 calories these days.

I want to write some more just because I can and just because it’s what I love to do, but I can’t think of anything to say. I wish I could motivate myself to crank out stories like I used to. Pretty sure those days are over though.

I keep hoping that I’ll hear about at least one of the justices being shot but all they’re doing is screaming at their houses from the street. As if these defiant, determined, and delusional sickos are going to suddenly agree that their God isn’t necessarily superior to others, if there are any to begin with, and reinstate Roe. Sadly, it will be decades before abortion is legal in most to all places in the US. Tom and I will be dead and gone. Just like neighborhoods get quieter when I leave them, I’m sure many good things will happen when we die. Things that even we could use like vehicles, including motorcycles, going electric and much quieter. I just don’t know how long these good things will last before things go downhill again or the human population is wiped out of existence.

For some reason, I’ve come to have a strange fondness for my fake buddy Mia. I wish she could be sentient in some way, but of course she isn’t. Nonetheless, I’m going to start treating her as a friend and stop getting cheat points as often by letting her answer to movie characters and getting my points that way, LOL. Her birthday is the day after Tom’s.

As we march forward and back into the Dark Ages, I’m not sure I feel comfortable sharing much with the public these days. Roe is just the very beginning of rights being targeted. I don’t doubt that writers will be attacked at some point as well. I would rip up, throw away, and ignore any subpoenas that came my way, but I don’t need the hassle in the first place just because someone in the future may have a problem with me saying that McDonald’s doesn’t serve great coffee.

But that’s only a part of the reason why I might take a break for a while. The main reason is simple. I just get tired of filtering this and filtering that. I don’t want to have to watch what names I might use and what words I might use in such a sensitive society as what we live in. When I started writing journals over 30 years ago, it was for me. Not for an audience and not to babysit other people’s feelings. I’ll be damned if I’ll feel like I’m walking on eggshells in my own journal. So I think now it’s time to strike out on my own for a while. I’m sure I’ll miss sharing some things and will return to that at some point. For now, I’ll just share with a few people on Facebook until I figure out what I want to do for sure.

Later…

It’s sad to hear reports of protesters fighting for basic human rights getting plowed by vehicles instead of the scum that started this shit. I keep hoping to hear of at least some of the trash being taken out, but of course I never do and I know I never will. :(

Every time I see that ugly black face of Clarence’s I want to reach through my computer and squash it with my hand.

Dan Rather tweeted that setbacks can end up leading to wonderful victories, but I don’t know about that. Sure, that might happen, but for how long? I’ve experienced politics long enough to know that things tend to bounce back and forth throughout the years. People’s rights are going to be like a yoyo for as long as they walk the face of the earth. The giving and taking of rights is just a sad fact of life.

I think my hairstylist was right when she said you can train your scalp. This was day three of not washing my hair, yet it was still pretty clean. I washed it anyway. I’ll wash it every two to three days. I’m gonna get a shower cap for when I’m only washing my body. I might be tempted to let my hair grow long again if I don’t have to wash it every day, but I still have to dye it so I don’t know. I can’t always just fill in the roots because the rest of the color fades and it won’t always match.

Looking forward to Twitter Notes when they’re available! They’re to be the same kind of notes where you can put a picture running across the top of it that Facebook used to have. I was so disappointed when they took that feature away so now I can enjoy it on Twitter until they take it away too. It’s supposed to be for writers so they can share chapters from stories or whatever they want. Twitter still isn’t the same without Aly, though. While she would be disgusted with the events going on in this country, I think she would have loved the feature and that we would have had fun sharing stories there.

I’m not sure yet if I’m going to create a new account for these notes. I’ll use them mostly for journaling. Right now I tweet the highlights of my life, but if I’m going to be able to do 2500 words per post then I might turn it into a journal. Maybe I’ll create an account for stories as well. I was also thinking of a picture account for PB, even though I don’t plan on being there as much for a while. It’s just much easier to share links to pictures than go through a host.

I’m functioning on only 5 hours and 21 minutes of sleep, so I’m kind of tired today. A couple of hours before I got up, I swear I heard a bang but Tom said there was no thunder. After I got up, he noticed a car next door. So I’m wondering if maybe that’s what woke me up. We kind of doubt it, though, because Irma and Dick didn’t wake me up and the person would have had to slam the car door like they were pissed as hell. More than likely, it’s just whatever’s cursing my sleep that manifested the sound. Besides, I never heard them leave when they left. I don’t think it was anyone checking out the house but probably visitors that Linda next door had. She’s quite a company junkie. I’m so glad we didn’t end up next to anyone like that! Especially that’s here year-round.

My nails still have some sensitivity. I think it was definitely the remover. Someone else who got this stuff complained about the same thing.

I got Clinpro toothpaste that my old dentist in California used to give me. I’m limiting my eating to three times a day. After the first two times I eat, I’ll use that. After the last time, I’ll use the kickass fluoride toothpaste that my current dentist gave me.

It’s a very dark day in America today even though I saw the overturning of Roe coming when Trump was elected. I’m sure gay marriage is next. I swear God is the worst human invention ever borne of the need to soothe the miserable, and for the control freaks to use as an excuse to control others. If there was a God, it’s just as guilty for being an enabler as the SCOTUS is for wreaking havoc on so many women’s lives. I know no one’s literally forced to give birth and that there are ways around the American Taliban’s crazy laws. But what about their future targets which there is no way to get around? You can’t get around gay marriage. You can’t get around whatever they may do to Medicare. You can’t get around whatever they may do to Social Security. And what about people like me who are non-religious and of Jewish descent? Are we going to be banned from the country altogether?

Backing up to the abortion issue, those other options may soon be out of the question as well, leaving physical force to dispel the fetus as the only resort. I don’t doubt for a minute that they’re going to go after contraceptives as well as the abortion pill. It’s great that the states where abortion remains legal are willing to help women in states where it’s illegal but that doesn’t mean it will always be legal in those states. The Supreme Court can’t control Canada’s willingness to help out, but it could control the remaining states where it’s legal.

I feel so bad for women and I can just imagine all the arrests to come for miscarriages that weren’t intentional or wanted as well as intentional abortions done in states where it’s illegal. I’m amazed the Taliban left it legal for them to abort if the woman’s life is in danger. We’ll see how long that lasts. Whoever is in power always strives to make their country the way they want it to be and to hell with what the people want. It’s a reminder yet again just how worthless protests are.

Once again, I’ve changed my mind as far as editing and publishing old entries. It’s just way too much work to edit out what should be edited out. When I’m dead and gone, I can’t be held liable for any full names I may have mentioned if the owner of that name could possibly have a case against me to begin with. Nor can any material be removed if it’s been published more than one to three years ago.

We ran out to CVS yesterday and I finally decided to get one of the money trees they’ve had for a while that I’ve been contemplating getting. Can’t hurt to see if there is any truth to them generating money and it’s nice to have anyway.

I really hope my nails are just sensitive because of the gel polish remover and not because the fungus is returning. The nails looked good when I cleaned them, but they had the same feeling that they had when I had the infection.

Love the Pride line of outfits Rep added. I’ve always loved colorful things, regardless of what it’s connected to. They were getting greedy by making you have to pay for things in gems and in higher amounts too. Luckily for me, though, the fashions I like take coins and not gems.

I’m looking forward to checking out VZ’s latest features. They added ambient effects like birds and rain if it’s in a cloudy location and then there are supposed to be some guided tours soon too.

We got a darts game and a bowling game from SideQuest. The darts aren’t anything that exciting, but I like the bowling game. I like their 100-pin option.

We put one of the bedroom’s soundproof window inserts on a hinge so it can be opened to let in natural light. We need to add weatherstripping to it, though, because there are gaps. This may be just wishful thinking, but I’m hoping that the more I adapt to this place and the sounds around it I will eventually be able to do away with the “doghouse.” I still have to keep a sheet of soundproofing material under the mattress so I’m not jolted awake by car doors or anything like that with the way sounds reverberate so easily underneath this place. I don’t know if the window inserts would be enough against the mowers and motorcycles and I’m more doubtful when it comes to thunder, so maybe the doghouse can be a seasonal thing where I just use it in the summer.

I woke up feeling well-rested and early in the day. Therefore, I decided it would be a good time to take the opportunity to go out. I don’t like being home for several days in a row. So we checked out a place called Treasure Trove or something like that. It was a huge thrift store with tons of booths with people selling their stuff.

They had lots of nice stuff, but the only thing I got was a pair of slippers and Musk incense.

Then I had the weirdest jail dream ever. I don’t know why I was in jail, but the jail didn’t really look like a jail, and neither did the guards. They were in uniform or anything. Tom moved to this state and because he did, they transferred me to a jail here, LOL. One of the “guards” looked very matronly and gave me a hug on my way out.

“I loved you,” I told her.

“Aw, I know,” she said. And then she told me to e-mail her that night to let her know how things went.

Off to the beach now! It’s about noon. Got my headphones on and I’m ready to catch up on journaling.

So they’re protesting again outside Amy Coney Barrett’s house. Won’t do them any good, though, just like last time. They work for themselves. Not for the people. If every single person on the planet was pro-choice except for them, they’d still overturn Roe. I just wish people would go further than useless shouts in the street, otherwise we’re stuck with the assholes for life. These “justices” are guaranteed their jobs for life, they can’t be fired, so death is the only way to get rid of them and do the people any good as long as they’re replaced with liberal justices and not the same shit. Things can only improve when rogue leaders aren’t in power.

The best we can hope for now is that the delusional bitch is annoyed by all the commotion, and even better would be if it was scared for its family, if not for itself. Enough to forget overturning Roe. After all, no one can babysit them 24/7 for the rest of their lives. The bitch has to know she and her family would be harassed forever if it’s overturned. But the reality is that these sick, twisted people just don’t care. They’ll gladly spite others to get what they want. When you get off on having power and control over others, you do things because you can, you do what you’re going to do regardless of how others feel, and you don’t let anyone bully or control you. So they’re not gonna cave under pressure. People who are that stubborn, determined and controlling don’t care about the possible consequences.

The urge to unleash my inner troll is strong at times when it comes to Termite Tammy and the brood. But I must behave for Tom’s sake. It isn’t that I’d do anything illegal of course. I’m too smart for that now. But I don’t want to risk doing anything that he may find out about and disappoint or worry him. Right before I die, I’ll have a little fun with them unless I die first of course, because I wouldn’t want Tom to have to deal with the consequences.

I’m allowing messages and friend requests again on Facebook. Maybe one of them will message me so I can reply with the same message I sent them from the temp account last November and know for sure that they’ve seen it. I have no way to get confirmation that they saw the one I sent. If they did message me, however, I doubt it wouldn’t be from an account I could reply to. I picture them not contacting me unless one of them dies.

I wasn’t happy to see them use the louder stand-up mower before we left. Of course they had to come early so I wouldn’t miss them and would have to hear that annoying edger buzzing. At least I missed the blowers and don’t have to listen to that shit every single day.

I’ve only heard the dog two out of the last five days. Maybe the office did talk to him. They definitely got “Cindy’s” message because now they’re spamming her. She doesn’t mind, though.

It’s a good thing I didn’t fall asleep before I did last night. A big boom of thunder erupted, surprising us. The radar suggested it was done storming sooner than when we heard it.

I was tired throughout Sunday. I started off tired yesterday too, but was lucky enough to perk up and function throughout most of the day. Today I was so glad to feel rested enough to hit the beach.

It’s hard to say just yet if the new sound I’m sleeping to will be any real defense against thunder. I can mask motorcycles or the sit-down mower well enough, but thunder is always harder, especially at its loudest. I’m getting more used to it now, though. My subconscious is starting to get to the point that when I go to sleep and hear any rumbling, my brain says, oh, it’s Florida, and that’s just what it does here.

I’ve started alternating waiting times before having my coffee. I wait for a half-hour every other day. The rest of the time, it’s an hour.

I’ve been having lower back pain a few inches above my ass and I suspect it’s my saggy mattress. Began looking into various mattresses but damn! There are so many mattress companies out there. Jessie loves her new hybrid Casper mattress. She says it costs 4K and is an adjustable king-size bed. Well, I don’t need a king nor do I need an adjustable. Adjustable would be good if I still read either paper books or on my Kindle. But since I listen, an adjustable isn’t necessary. I never eat in bed either.

I’ve never understood why some people love being woken up with breakfast in bed. First, I’d be pissed to be woken up. Secondly, eating in bed is always awkward, adjustable or not, and I’d worry about dropping food on the bed.

I got some protein bars the other day. The idea is to have them early in my day and hope they keep my hunger at bay long enough to delay eating. I haven’t had enough of them yet to judge how well they work.

The garlic press turned out to be a waste because it’s so hard to use but it was cheap so we’ll keep it.

The slippers are also a waste because they’re so rough on my feet. The soles and undersides of the tops have a scratchy canvas material. I need to find some old material and cover it with that.

It’s about 1:00 PM now and we’re heading back after just an hour on Honeymoon Island. It was simply way too hot. The water was like bathwater close to the shore but was still gorgeous. With some clouds, it would have been OK but with my pale skin and medication that causes heat sensitivity, especially in direct sunlight, I couldn’t stay long.

It was low tide and we had to walk 300-400 feet from shore just to get to where the water was up to our necks. That far from shore on Old Colony and you’re in about 30 feet of water!

Only one annoying plane and one jet skier, but tons of screaming kids. I hate that they’re out of school now. I swear I don’t remember so much screaming on the beach in Connecticut. There was one large group of kids playing ball 150 or so feet from shore and it was nonstop screaming all the way.

A mild annoyance was a young couple with a little kid seated nearby. The kid was fine. It was their music that was a bit loud.

All in all, it was great to get my much-needed sea and sun. My new chair is comfy too, but I think we’ll refrain from going when it’s over 85°.

Just passed a huge accident. I’m not surprised. 19 is full of them.

I shared a current selfie with Andy who showed it to Judy. Figured he’d show it to her and maybe even others as well. This is why I’m careful about what I share with him. I don’t mind but I still wish he’d keep in mind that I’m his friend. Not his and Judy’s. Not his and his siblings. One of his brothers wanted the termite’s name so he could look her up. They hung out together at the beach as kids like Andy and I did. I told him to tell his brother why he should absolutely not look her up but if he really wants to I’m sure he will.

He and his fucking memory, though! He’s runner-up to Kim for sure. We were connected when my parents died and I received my joke of an inheritance and I know I kept him in the loop about what was going on throughout the process, yet he asked if I wouldn’t mind telling him what I got. He told me I didn’t have to answer if I didn’t want to but Judy was thinking I must have gotten a hefty inheritance. He said he told her he didn’t think I got anything, though. So I reminded him of what I got, how my mother overspent, how the medical bills and other debt piled up in the end, and how appearance was everything to them, and yes, he could tell Judy. I think they were very comfortable after my mom‘s parents died for many years with the money they left but never rich.

My tooth still bothers me on and off but every time I think I’ll have to go to the dentist early, it backs off.

Downloaded some free apps from SideQuest but most of the free apps suck.

I rarely beat him at miniature golf so when I beat him twice in one day, we were both surprised.

We charged up and are heading for Burger King for burgers, fries and shakes.

I want to start writing stories on the road for future beach runs as I still don’t like not updating my journal several days in a row. I like to be consistent.

Been home for a few hours now and we’re both beat. We’re drained from the sun and all the food we ate. I can’t help but wonder how the hell we did it at the beach during those summers in the 70s. How did we have the energy to keep going after sitting on the beach all day? Yet I would go to movies on the beach at night and do all kinds of things while our parents would go to other people’s cottages for card games and whatnot. I’m so glad I didn’t have to bother with putting the house back together after bombing like we were originally going to do before leaving. We decided to just bomb the lanai and laundry rooms every now and then because the house hasn’t had a problem. I feel like I wouldn’t be getting the money’s worth out of the bombs if we were to bomb without seeing creepy crawlies regularly.

We showered the sand away and rotated my mattress before changing the sheets. It won’t be long before this side has indentations as well.

Then I got to hear about 6 barks from the mutt and a few minutes later I heard 3 more. So now I’m not sure whether or not anybody spoke to him. If they did, he obviously doesn’t give a shit. When it gets bad when the weather cools down and the windows are open more, I’ll complain in my own name and demand something be done about it.

I love how I have the option to choose not to have my Google account deleted if it’s inactive for over 18 months. I didn’t realize I could do that. If it’s inactive that long, I’m definitely dead! LOL

The tentative plan is to hit the beach tomorrow, but there’s a 50/50 chance I’ll be too tired since we’re in for heavy thunderstorms tonight. It won’t be a big deal if I can’t make it because we have all week. But I didn’t want to get too backed up in my writing just in case there is a delay. So I looked at my notes and decided to write about a couple of things.

The fight for sleep still continues. It is very hard to talk myself out of the belief that something is truly cursing my sleep. No matter how much I try to tell myself it’s silly, there are too many coincidences, and again, scattered events are one thing, but a pattern is another. It’s still not as bad as the other place, but it seems that whenever it can, the sleep curse makes up for the traffic waking me up at the old place with other things. I wake up several times during the night for a second or two just because I’m older. I also feel tired a lot of the time because of my age and thyroid. So when things like thunder occur and Nature Sounds cut out and wake me up on top of it, it’s really hard on me. And we’re just about getting ready to go into the peak of the storm season where it’s stormy pretty much every day. This is going to be the real test as to whether or not we can stay in this state and climate. Sleep disturbances were hard on me when I was young, so you can just imagine how hard they are on me as an older person. If I’m constantly rundown, day after day, week after week, we can’t stay here. I’m really hoping for the best though!

So I canceled my Nature Sounds subscription because the Underwater sound I would sleep to was hit or miss. Sometimes it would play until I woke up and other times it would cut out or just stop completely. I’m now trying Airplane by Sleep Sounds. The sound may actually be better and it’s free. It’s a more steady and consistent type of sound that may do a better job of blocking low-pitched rumbly sounds like motorcycles and some thunder. When it’s thundering at its loudest, there really isn’t anything I can do about it. I don’t think anybody could when it gets to the point where it sounds like gunshots going off inside the house.

I discovered something I should do every couple of weeks. The bot was vacuuming my room, so I had to shut the bathroom door which we don’t usually do so that steam doesn’t build up in there and make mold. Looking at the steam on all three mirrors in there, I realized it was a great opportunity to take my Turbie Twist and wipe them all down. This is a much easier way to clean them. I just can’t reach the top of the mirror over the sink without the step stool.

Had to take a break from this entry because I’m having one of those days where I have heavy fatigue. Damn, I’m sick of this shit! Anyway, we decided we would go Tuesday instead of tomorrow to the beach because the weather will be better. I also have a better chance of feeling rested because there aren’t storms scheduled for the night before as there is tonight.