Lucylee: have you learned to use speech to text on your phone to speed up writing? (On my phone it is the little microphone above the comma on the on-screen keyboard. I long press it and a larger microphone covers the keyboard and I can talk and it writes what I say, or what it thinks I said, into the program. I can now do longer text conversations with people. I still hate it, but it is better than typing out one or two characters and then accepting the predicted text.)
The fabric exchange went really well. I only had to do set up and take down and a bit of socializing. I spent 30 minutes of the set up time sitting on the stairs of a locker room listening to the troubles a friend is having. He lives alone and is scared his heart is failing. He went by ambulance to the hospital on Monday and they think it is stress. He's been to his doctor 4x in 10 days and doc thinks it is medical anxiety and he should just wait the month for his appointment at the Heart Institute.
I think it is medical anxiety too, and suggested he contact his rabbi because he told me he was afraid of dying. He also told me that he had a long tramp through woods this morning with some environmental resource people looking at how to save the trees in the woods (they are struggling with all the development around here) and was just fine. But by mid afternoon he was a wreck. I pointed out that if it really was heart it would have happened when he was active and he didn't feel concerned at all because he was with others, working and had no time to worry about his heart and question how it felt. So I was suggesting a rabbi and synagogue because I think having a community to distract him from himself will help with the anxiety while he waits for his appointment.
Now we have several boxes of leftover fabric to get rid of. I'm trying to get ahold of the coordinator of programs at the social housing complex near us to see if the women there could use it. I did grab a piece of upholstery cloth to possibly redo some easy to redo dining chairs, and some small scraps of kids fabrics for the kids to play/craft with.
I took the time when others were running the exchange to come up and start dinner which was a big success. And the car was ready 30 minutes after we finished eating so that timing was perfect. We paid just $100 more than last year and also got the cabin filter changed (and the condenser coils cleaned) and new windshield wipers. Last year we got a really good deal so I'm very pleased with this year's maintenance price.
I cleaned up the kitchen since dh went and got the car for me (he had to Uber each way so that added $45 to the price of the work, I guess.)
Now I need to finish the taxes.
As I'm sitting here, I just heard a loon's call! I have never heard one from up here, although we've seen them when walking along the river. I've opened the patio door fully and am straining to hear on again. At this moment, the traffic sounds too loud, it must have just been a split second when it was stopped at the lights. Or perhaps it was flying by (which makes more sense but I don't know if they do calls while flying, unlike the seagulls and geese.)
Dee said:
For months I've heard him doing some moaning/groaning/whimpering constantly in his sleep. If he could sleep with me that way I'd probably be fine. Otherwise I'm awake so much listening.
I'm going through this right now as well. And heavy breathing along with the noises. It is no wonder I'm registering stress while I'm sleeping and not sleeping all that well. He only wakes me occasionally with this because I go to sleep with sound playing through my noise cancelling ear buds, all night long. Once a podcast stops, though, I can hear him and have woken up. On the other hand, he can get out of bed and the room (I sleep right next to the door) without me hearing him. When I got up to pee last night he came to chat with me from the living room (I hadn't noted he wasn't in the bed.)
The other night while I was brushing my teeth, he was quite noisy, and then completely silent. I started to panic that he'd stopped breathing....
I could strangle my husband for thinking that what he did was a permanent fix, especially since he had to keep tweaking it. 
