My first Tuesday at home, and so far I've managed to sleep in, walk the dog, and take a shower... And have the stirrings of a migraine. I've been dealing pretty well, I think, with this whole 'down to part time' thing. Except for today. I should be at work.
Okay, it didn't help that yesterday Mrs. Boss was asking me about terminating my health insurance benefits- and could I contact PHP and do that. *sighs and shakes head* I understand, I do, I'm the one with the paperwork and supposedly the ability to get online to make changes (this has proven more difficult that I would like, but that's my insurance co...). At the same time, it was just upsetting.
Anyway, home now, going to wake up the husband in a bit and he's going to take me to lunch. He worked last night so I figure I'll let him get a leetle more sleep. ;)
Another worry, since I'm talking about them. My dad is turning 70 this summer (I'm still a bit stunned about that) and he mostly seems to be in good health. I say mostly because I'm worried about his mind. This past Friday (at the funeral visitation for The Judge) he called me by his littlest sister's name. See, dad has three brothers, followed by five sisters. This isn't the first time that he's called me by her name- even once while telling a story from his childhood and asking me to verify something. So I'm a little concerned- my mom talked to his doctor, saying that she was noticing that he was having trouble with his memory, and the doctor's response was something akin to 'who isn't?' I'm not comforted. When I was a kid my dad was the kind of guy who could regale you with stories about his childhood- even so far as remembering who got off the bus at which stop, when a new person moved in, all these amazing details that always surprised me. Now? I get called K. from time to time. I dunno, maybe I'm making too much of it.
In good news land, Titania is almost done...
And I leave you with dragons.