Early Friday

I slept pretty well but for the headache, the cats, and the spill. 

Headache is self explanatory.  The cats hog the cot and STILL seriously thinking about the larger cot. 

I tried to take a drink out of my water bottle in the middle of the night and managed to slosh it all over me, my nightgown, and the bed.  It was a rather clammy cold time after that. 

But I slept OK considering, got up.  Ron told me there was a plant explosion in Houston but happily did not affect us and no one killed.  We have manufacturing nearby, a food wholesaler, crane maker (the big ones used on high rises), steel, some oil rig parts manufacture, etc.  All basically metal work so OK.  A little noise at night, very little, some noise during the day if I am outside I can hear the forklifts, but not bad overall and I sleep fine everynight Not WORRYING about what might happen with the businesses. 

I got up, took some Excedrin and Mountain Dew, did some CBD when I finally got up (after I fed the cats).  It is helping but the headache keeps wanting to come back.  Apparently cashews are out for me.  Ron is good he had some juice and is watching TV. 

He hadn't been able to use his TV for a while but figured it out and is happily watching the morning news.  I hate watching the news, it probably goes back to the time the jerk shot up my Dad's office (Dad was meeting with my doctor but we did not know that), and we were sitting in front of the TV with the news going, watching them bring out body bags and was one of them my Dad?!  Yeah, that pretty much ruined news for me. 

You couldn't believe the scene when my Dad walked in the front door that night.  I "have" to watch news at work because that's all they want, news and morning shows. 

I hate morning shows even more than the news. 

Anyway, the smoke is helping somewhat so that's good.  I have a lot of demands on me so I need to be 100% as much as possible. 

I am so happy and relieved insurance is paying for us.  I really did not have a high opinion of the company because they kept changing their name, but the rates were decent and the coverage looked good so we kept them.  My Dad is a vet and I could have gotten USAA but they were significantly higher.  So we stayed with our guys. 

And they paid, and were very helpful in the whole process so I feel very vindicated.  I also feel vindicated about not stalking them, Jackie (my claims person) did a great job of keeping me posted and explaining.  I mentioned her in a review so she will hopefully get a raise, I actually posted on the company's wall asking them to.  LOL 

So today my only big plans are to go to the head shop and get some more smokable.  It is proving helpful with my headaches.  I don't have a lot left and I still have some money out of my pay. 

I need to do a Go Fund Me update. 

So that's all done.  I was delighted to discover something new when we turned into the subdivision yesterday, a brand new sheltered bus stop with a bench and glass enclosure, at the subdivision entrance.  I had asked for just this several years ago on a survey and they apparently noted it.  It is lovely.  I will put up a photo.  I can see now why they did the wheelchair ramp leading up to it now.  Although I have to say a ride on the bus is very rough for Ron.  That was very nice and I am delighted. 

I have never had a "full" bus stop right next to my residence, it was always the pole in the ground.  Everywhere I lived. 

One bus stop was right next to a porno "bookstore".  I used to get hassled a lot even dressed like an Amish because passersby thought I was a whore.  It got very tiresome.  I ended up walking further and going to another bus stop. 

I was even stalked for a while, I am not as observant as I should be but this was right after I moved out of my Dad's place, and the stalker drove the same car as my stepmother, so I noticed it.  And he was around a lot, and would follow me when I took the bus, etc.  I got his license plate and told Ron what should I do? 

I was pretty green.  The next time he came up on me Ron was with me.  I told him.  Ron went over to the driver's side door and beat on it with his white cane until it opened, then shouted the license plate at the driver and said "We know what you're doing you pervert!  Do you want us to call the police?"  The man was middle aged and bolted.  The next time I saw the car it was at a drugstore and he was loading a feeble-looking older woman into the vehicle, he saw me, paled, shoved her in the car and drove off.   And that was the end of it. 

There was a time when Ron would do anything to protect me, and in a very sick and twisted way he thinks he still is.  That is the saddest I think. 

But overall riding the bus has been fine.  I found my pepper spray recently and put it in my fanny pack, but I need to take it out before I go to work again or I will be in BIG trouble.  They do regular bag searches for stuff just like this. 

And Spotty just walked by.  He is so cute.  I saw Cleo earlier but she is in and out.  At least she knows home is warm and always has fresh food and water for her. 

I am going to try another smoke, a hot shower, see how that goes for my headache.