Almost

At my wit's end. And the only reason I haven't quite reached that point is that I am too old and too sick to take the hop, skip, and jump I would need to get there.

The house is still a hot bed of fevers, sore throats, coughing, and assorted other miseries. I am still an unwilling participant in all.

After over two weeks. ...So is Becky. And Liz. Jade is recovering slowly but he will not be better until after another surgery and another long round of recovery. 

Thus when I attempted to send in my newspaper column, assuming that the folks in charge had received it, I was chagrined to get a note that they had not.

Sent it again with the same assumption. You know what they say about the word assume, right?

I have no idea if anyone at the paper has seen it and the only way I can find out, since email doesn't seem to be working, is to call on an actual telephone during business hours. Small thing, but important to me on a personal...and financial...level.

Meanwhile our boy's bank account was hit again. Don't know how they are getting his card number but this is getting really, really old. His job keeps him on the road all week, all over America. He needs the darned thing. We just got it straightened out a couple of weeks ago and now, here we go again. I end up doing all the dirty work as he has my name on the account so I can monitor it for him and I have all the paperwork and numbers handy. 

Thus disgruntled doesn't begin to describe the beginning of this day. It is still too early to do anything about anything so I will sit here and wheeze and drink coffee and whine.

Thanks for reading.