I'm about ready to write this week off, or at least the first half. The VNA screwed up again and I have no aide today. A scheduler said my "orders had expired" whatever that means, who knows if that's the truth. Maybe I'll get someone tomorrow. Seems my mail is somewhere, but not here. The PO has forwarded some things to Strider's house long after the change was filed, but other things, like my life insurance premium, never showed up anywhere. Who knows what else may be lost. I'm waiting on a letter from Uncle Glenn's attorney, as his estate is finally being settled after 4 years. Last I'd heard, Eileen was going to send Greg's portrait back after getting him to sign it. With the cutbacks to the PO on top of the usual possible screwups I guess it's to be expected.
At least as of 20 minutes ago I still had hot water. ;)
So I give up. I'm having some buttery toast, putting my feet up and if I do anything, I do. If I don't I don't. What I really need is to enjoy myself and however that ends up, it's my only goal today. Enough with responsibility, worries, causes, the news, everything. I'm taking a day off.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago