Today

    Thursday, March 30:  a day destined for attendance at the VA.  The driver called the day before with pickup time scheduled for 7:00 a.m.  He  typically arrives 10 minutes early so that means an early wakeup call is needed. The designee to do so leaves for work  in the early hours, so she usually calls before 6.  That being in place, I set the oven timer as a backup. We don't have a working alarm clock anymore or if we do I can't relate to it.   I brought in the favored transport chair, different from the in-house model and fitted it with his duffle bag containing his clothing change because Thursday is shower day at the VA.
     The phone wake-up call came at 5:50 but I was already awake.  It takes time to get ready. I put the water on for the instant Maxwell House, put 2 slices of bread in the toaster, pour Raisin Bran into a bowl and slice a banana on top.  Then, a call from the bedroom.  He didn't sleep all night, he says, and is too tired to go.  Understandable because he had a busy weekend, a trip to Florida which also resulted in sleeplessness for him and his advocate as well.  So breakfast will wait but I need to call John, his bus driver, to tell him not to drive over.  It's just 6, probably too early to call, don't want to wake him up, so I wait until 6:20 and succeed in reaching him to cancel.  That done, I also need to contact the VA Adult Day Care, as they need to adjust their staff assignments and probably lunch provisions.  So I wait until 7 to call.  No one answers yet, and they want to be notified before 9:30 so I decide to go back to bed.  I'm tired and just on the verge of falling asleep when he calls from the bedroom.  It's 7:10 and he wants to get up.  He's probably hungry.  He always wants breakfast as soon as he gets (is gotten) out of bed. Until a year and a half ago, he always fixed his own breakfast, but that has changed so I tell him he's going to have to wait a few hours. I go back to bed, but am now awake for the second time that morning and can't fall back asleep, so I sneak out to the computer, but leave him in bed.  I feel cruel, but tell myself I need alone time to unwind.
   The day proceeds from there as expected with the usual duties.  Nothing to write home about, but here O Blog is different.  So I write.
    I had planned during today's "free time" to drive to HRB to pick up my tax returns, that unexpectedly "complicated" undertaking, already having been delayed due to circumstances beyond MY control. So I wait for the 9-year-old to get off the school bus, and make my escape.
     OMG, LOL, WTF, SMH  I left them with the advice that if you're going to fact-check, make sure you get the facts right. Mic drop ensued.
  I stopped at McD's to get a Quarter Pounder with Cheese.  I usually get myself a Cheeseburger, but was reminded that last time I thought it tasted like dogfood so I skipped that and had oatmeal for my supper, and I feel like I swallowed a ton of bricks.
    Saturated with weather reports of snow upon snow, I stopped at S'N'S for provisions.  I didn't feel like lugging my pocketbook in for just a few things, so I took my credit card out of my wallet.  To make a sad story less sad, I lost the card, but found it in the parking lot where I'd dropped it.
  And that's the way it goes.