I Hate Titles in 2024

Another night of sleeping shitty, but I’m up now and having a second cup of coffee. Looking forward to 2025 as it gets closer and hoping it’s better—the year I finally get rid of this fatigue, or at least most of it. Each day that I wake up feeling anything but refreshed only ups my determination to get that damn CPAP back and get used to it.

Good thing I was up yesterday though because we had the kind of thunderstorm we don’t usually have until summer.

No tummy issues yesterday, so yeah, it’s the sugar-free snacks. Might as well just have the real thing but only very occasionally. I still don’t want to graduate from prediabetes to diabetes.

Tom has been low on protein, which has been preventing him from donating. He has to go and talk to them in person soon. Hopefully, it’s just for his physical and not because his protein is still bad.

They fucked up his new insurance by saying they didn’t have any record that he signed up for the plan he signed up for, but he’s not sure if he’s going to do anything about it. He wanted the new plan for the free perks, but he also likes his current doctor, who has told him to call anytime he wants, even on weekends or at night. That’s so Galileo-like! But even if the guy was in-network, I still prefer female doctors. He also likes how they do blood work right there in the office.

When he was out pulling the trash bin in, he said he saw a dead rat a few feet away. It was all gross and desecrated. He’s guessing a bird got to it. He was surprised because he didn’t think there were rats around—or at least that many. As I told him, there are tons of rats and mice everywhere.

Our favorite rat in the whole world was so cute and funny yesterday. She hung out in the bedroom with me while he cleaned her cage more thoroughly since she’s been a little smelly. We were sharing Tostitos together, and then she had fun with a fleece tube I put in her cage. It’s kind of wooly, and it was funny because she was tearing it up and covering her food with it. Even though her food is perfectly safe and we’re certainly not going to steal it, their instincts are still their instincts. They hoard and hide everything.

The other day he gave her a piece of penne pasta (they love filing their teeth on hard things) and she gave it back to him because he hadn’t put peanut butter on it, LOL. When he did, she took it.

Tom said we could move to Oklahoma in a few months if we wanted to—not that we do—because they have really cheap land there. Not sure I’d want to trade the hurricanes for tornadoes, though, and it’s a bad allergy state too.