A Day at Home

The lawn is shaggy and I need to mow this weekend. And I should seed the bare spots. And plant my seeds. And clean the house. Busy, busy. Actually, I should wait to plant things until after the conference to which I'm going in early May. Speaking of which, I emailed a plant store, asking if they could ship my plants a week later due to the conference to which I'm going, but I haven't heard back. I need to check my spam filter. Okay, they did email me and they're shipping it a week later. Yay.

Woke up at 7 AM. Today is a work from home day, which is nice. Lily went into the shower and Bella was barking at her.

i keep forgetting about AARP discounts for travel. I should compare their price when I book hotels for my trips.

The Medisafe app is working well for medication reminders. I always remember the nighttime doses, but in the morning, I get distracted.

The May 1st protest will be in the evening, so I can go. I need to make my sign this weekend.

I had to turn my fan on upstairs. Spring tends to go from cold directly to hot in Central Illinois.

Silence from the trust about my check. I'm getting annoyed.

Had a therapy session. My therapist thinks that I should get a lawyer to deal with the trust. She also is concerned that I'm still having depressive symptoms and wants me to talk to my psychiatrist. I went online to contact the psychiatrist, only to find that I have an appointment on Monday. That'll work.

I don’t know what to do. I should go pick up a library book, but I’m crazy tired. I’m dropping the Kia off to be fixed tomorrow and don’t know if I’ll have it on the weekend. I did get new wrenches though, so I should be able to connect the battery in the Honda though. Ugh. My stomach is upset.

Slept until 11 PM. Started laundry. I figured out what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I have another offsite meeting. My colleague is going to pick me up at the car repair place.

Oliver, get off of the keyboard!

Sick Day and Investment Class

Fed the critters and the washer stopped.

Got up at 6 AM. I'm not feeling well, so I emailed in sick and texted the person with whom I was going to go to the meeting. I need to stay up to call the car repair place (done). I slammed into a wall and am out of spoons.

My glasses are missing. I suspect a critter (Bella?) took them but I don’t know where they are.

The cats are being manic. Oliver found a box that he likes.

Zara is due for a Wellness exam. That’ll be fun. I need the money from the trust.

Slept until 11. Got my groceries. And I forgot to get napkins, damn it. I’ll need to run to the local grocery store later.

Aaargh! The trust just requested the check yesterday! They *think* that I will get it next week. I am so screwed. I wrote a cranky email to them but am sleeping on it. My goal is to get to a point where I can manage my money myself—my dad has taught me some—but I have a lot of work to do. I’ll look into Schwab for the meanwhile.

Ate lunch. I’m going to take a nap but Bella is bothering Oliver. Sigh. Got Oliver to leave and napped. I’m trying to decide whether to get up or go back to sleep.

The library is open until 6. I could make it over there if I jump into the shower. Maybe not. I’m feeling groggy. Bella needs to go out but the pet waste people are coming. Okay, they're gone so I can take her out. She actually came in without a treat bribe but it was raining.

The critters want food. I’m trying to figure out low-energy things to do after I feed the beasts. I could go through the mail and clear off the kitchen table. Study Italian and piano and voice. Work on my investing class, although I need a notebook for it. Actually, I could take notes on my computer.

We’re all fed. I think that I’ll take another nap. Couldn't sleep. Good. The essay that Randy Shilts wrote about the year after And the Band Played On was published popped into my head. It's one of the two best essays that I've read. The other was a chapter in Meredith Maran's book What It's Like to Live Now called "Line of Fire" in which she juxtaposes the death of her friend from AIDS and the Oakland Fire. I checked, and What It's Like to Live Now is out of print, but she has a new memoir out. It's about how she broke up with her wife and moved to LA in her sixties. I bought it.

Now I think that I'll work on my investment class because the sooner that I take these classes, the sooner I'll be completely independent. Looked at some videos and opened a paper trading account. I created a Live Journal for my notes from the course. But that means that I need to log in and out of it. I've been getting 100% on the investment quizzes thus far. I need to find my economics books.

I'm going to go to bed early. I need to get up at a reasonable hour to run to the library and then mow the lawn.