Ben & Shae Cecka's family in Gilbert, AZ

See, the thing about having Ben gone, aside from missing him of course, is that I totally hear things. Urgh. Like my ears get super powers and I can hear the house settling and the cars on I-5 and well, I’d like to assume it is cats or squirrels that I hear out there right now. Like Mr. Rabbit lost in the woods. I freaked out and realized all the shades in the house were up and lights were on and anyone lurking outside could see me, so I remedied that situation and now I am typing this in the dark. Yeah. No- not much better. I spook too easily when I am by myself. It’s not healthy and I’m likely to wake my neighbors or call the cops or hurt myself. Poor Johnathan. Who would protect him if there really was danger and his mom just acted like a spaz. Oh- but there is no danger and I just need to relax.

On a much lighter note I am getting my hair cut tomorrow! At a salon! It will be the first time I have stepped foot in one since my last perm in the sixth grade. Oh wait! There was that time in the ninth grade my Aunt Kathy took me to the beauty school to fix whatever awful color of hair I accidentally ended up with. Well. The first time since I can remember that I am getting it cut anyway, complements of Grandma:) I am more excited about having my head touched than the actual hair cut though. Mmmmm. Massage. If I had money to throw around I’d pay them just to run their fingers through my hair!

The creepy creaking has slowed, I should tidy the house a little for tomorrow’s walk-through and go to bed! If I can manage to fall asleep. With the telephone in my hand.
G’night.