Sigh. If I actually get this post done, no one will be more surprised than me.
Last week I finally got released from the hospital, Feb 11 through May 2 over at last. I have been writing in my journal, it wasn't wise to leave my MacBook unattended while I was out of the room, but that is how I compensated. If there is anyone still following this blog, thank you. I will try to do better.
My son is a big help here in the house, keeping all the tasks done and visiting me too. The place is pretty scrambled and I have been slowly putting it to rights. The one thing that hasn't been done are, Sigh, the income taxes. Several pieces vital to doing the taxes are not to be found, and we have had to ask for copies, not yet received. Once the various bits are at hand, I will take the entire mess to H. R. Block. No doubt we will have fines and penalties to cough up, but oh well.
And speaking of coughing, I came home with a doozy of a cold, my first in several years. The cough is stubbornly resisting, and I have had very little sleep since last week. Even the cat is disgusted with me, once I have a coughing attack she gives me a look, and then leaves me for quieter sleeping arrangements. I have resorted to listening to an audible book on the Echo to pass the time, I never knew that could be done. I am on Chapter 4 of a Dresden book, Peace talks which is followed by Battleground, both by Jim Butcher. I still didn't fall asleep, but maybe a sleeping pill is on tap for tonight. The two books sound as if they could have been contemporary with the world today, minus the magic of Dresden. I wish the authors would write quicker, the supply is vastly behind the demand, and it is particularly vexing when they add to a different story line that I don't like.
Yesterday we had, at the behest of my PCP, an evaluation by Hospice for some home health care. They decided I am not ill enough to warrant hospice, although the services they provide, cost free, would help C in the day-to-day tasks. Still, good to know I'm not 'terminal' .
We had a welcome piece of mail today, checks from the purchaser of the 4 burial plots in Falls Church VA. My folks bought them in 1951, why I can only guess, and had tried to sell them several times over the years. I received an offer last year, but the entire deal 'stank' of a scam, and so it was. This time the mortuary handled the transfer and it was done promptly and smoothly. One less thing to worry over. And the money will be a big help too. The main thing I want done is a new door into the the garage, installed. It should run around $1000; right now the lock won't engage except for wrestling the door around. It has been this way for years and it bugs me every time I come and go into the garage.
I have tried to think of a topic here that is funny, but I am fresh out of humor.
Oh, how about a RSVP to a wedding where the invite-ee responds, "Maybe next time".
Bye for now!
