My region has just had record rainfall. House upon house on my block is flooded. Roads are closed. It’s been an adventure getting anywhere today (and wouldn’t you know I had the appointment to get the stitches out of my gums all the way across the county). I spent the morning getting to my periodontist’s office and back again. I’m really glad that I live on the second floor of a house, and not in a basement apartment! It’s supposed to rain a bit more for the next few days. I just want it to stop! All this makes me kinda glad I’m not currently a homeowner. I don’t need the headache of a flooded basement.
I chatted online with the Irishman for a bit yesterday afternoon. I’m not feeling quite so negative about him now. Not that we talked about anything deep or meaningful, I just have less reservations than before. I worry that I can’t tell any more what’s my instinct telling me to be careful, and what’s paranoia and mistrust from having been assaulted. And I have been a bit paranoid about things. (Thinking that hey, maybe this guy is friends with the one who assaulted me and this is some big plot to harm me again. I mean, what are the odds of that!?) While I was overdue to be a little less trusting, now I feel like I can’t trust anyone new. I’m a mess in some ways. Much better in other ways but I still have a way to go.
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