Maybe Next Sunday Will be a lot Quieter

 Hopefully the two jerks downstairs leaves our lives forever.  I hope.  I thought they were gone for the afternoon when I came home and I thought, great. I can downstairs and change the battery on the Ring camera.  They came back.

It's the little things that seem impossible with them downstairs.  Once you come home?  You don't want to go back outside, knowing he's downstairs.  It's like you're not allowed and I won't miss that.  I'm tired of it.

I got my walk in today, but no walking the hill today.  Looked pretty messed up but I got my steps and that's the important thing.  It's been a bad week for walking and eating.  Yeah.  Weighed myself.  Booo!!  This week is a new week and I should be able to get out and walk, maybe even in the evening.  The food part went to hell in a hand basket not because of the monster. I let the lurker get the best of me and my emotions.  I just wanted candy.  Therefore, I found it and ate more than I should.  I can eat everyone's emotions.  Oh well.  New week.  Do better!

Corinne responded to the Human Resources email that all the federal workers are supposed to respond to per King Musk.  I'd be afraid to do that.  I don't blame her for trolling.  It's ridiculous what's going on.  I am just trying to exist peacefully during this time.

I loved listening to Viola Davis talk about her husband coming to look for her and carrying a baseball bat.  Not for her.  He was worried someone was messing with her and he was going to come fix their ass.  We should all be so lucky to have a protector like Julius.

I am hoping some of my anxiety will go away when the monster leaves.  I know most of it will stay with me but I am so ready to close this chapter NOW.

Looking forward to quieter Sundays.  Being able to actually walk past that door and not hold my breath. 

The little things . . . 

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