So glad it’s finally the 4th, but I’ll be even gladder tomorrow. The fucking fireworks are really starting to get old. It was pretty wild around here last night. Doubt any of it came from inside the park, though.
For our own different reasons, we agree that we’re probably going to fly to Florida rather than drive. His reason is that he hates driving. Mine has to do with my sleep issues.
Yesterday I was woken up by the garbage truck. Today it was someone slamming into the speed bump. What will it be tomorrow, motorcycles? I can’t wait to get back to rural living! I’ve hated every community I’ve ever lived in, adult or not. So, as soon as we pick the state!
I had a dream we were going to “test” Florida but only for a few days. I’m going to want to test it for a few months but hopefully, the dream was a good sign. Like most older people, I have gotten less emotional, less sensitive, and less self-conscious with the wisdom and maturity that comes with age. However, it’s going to be one seriously emotional day the day we walk out of here for good! It almost brings tears of joy to my eyes just thinking about it. After so much misery, so much anxiety and some depression (and a whole shitload of noise while I was at it), and thinking I was going out of here in a body bag a few different times, it’s going to be pretty damn awesome when I walk out of here alive and well, hop on that airplane, and just fly away. I’ll be nervous going into the unknown but excited as well.
I’ve been a little tired today so I had the tea with the ginseng, but I can’t say that it made any difference. I would be a lot more tired had they woke me up a couple of hours earlier than they did. Tomorrow I may be more than just a little tired depending on when tomorrow’s wake-up call is. This is why I both love and hate being on nights. The nights are more peaceful (when there aren’t any fireworks) but trying to sleep during the daytime is hell. I don’t understand how so many people that work graves do it though not everybody is just a few feet from a busy street or as light of a sleeper as I am. Wish I could always be on days since I’m a lot better off emotionally, I sleep better at night, and it’s more convenient for things like appointments. Its only negative is the noise. Things are getting worse in this world and I honestly don’t know that we can get that much quieter even out in the country, but one of these days soon enough we’ll find out.
I accidentally caused the washer to lose its mind by pressing too many of the wrong buttons too fast. Tom had to flip the breaker and reset it that way. Sometimes I’m sorry we bother with all these high-tech things. Definitely want to go back to top-loaders, though. Front-loaders are too high-maintenance and smelly at times.
Dixie said she’d be out watering at 6:30 and that I was welcome to come down and chat with her but she has a very soft voice, and while it’s soothing and relaxing to listen to, it’s hard to hear her over the running water along with all the background noise. Plus, as I told her, I’m a little tired. I’m glad she’s liking the story I’ve been sharing with her a little at a time.
I can never make up my mind whether or not I want to use my public MD account for journals or stories so I decided it couldn’t hurt to mix in both.
Noticed the lymph node in my neck was a little more swollen last night so I may go ahead and message my PCP, only I’ll ask for advice and not to come in sooner. Haven’t felt soreness in the groin one, though, so that’s good.
Not sure if the Lamisil is helping my nails. The discoloration may be fading a bit but it’s too soon to say for sure.
I’ve got a chicken thigh, some broccoli, and a cut-up potato cooking in the crockpot in marsala wine sauce and it’s pretty good. I kind of like those little tubs of whipped butter. I can hold it upside down over the crockpot, rake it with a fork, and sprinkle little specs of butter evenly over the food.