Not sure what's up with the rest of the world other than more ISIS posturing and a very sad looking Congress. I never go out for lunch but today I was determined not to make too many stops on the way home so I took some time off the clock to pay bills which is my new mantra. Of course nobody knows that 90% of federal tax returns have been received! So far everybody is off my back until the next wave hits, and I seriously hope I'm past all that. Mom seems to be maintaining fairly well and not crying much so there's that plus blessed Lori on Sunday mornings. That's when CBS shines, you know. I caved and got a refill on my happy pill today, one that I managed quite well without for a month but I felt like I was coming unglued so it's only four bucks on the Kroger value plan. So is Synthroid, for that matter. The albuterol inhalers are about 120 bucks first of the insurance year which is kind of ironic. Supposedly the whole reason for the gigantic price increase was to "protect the ozone". Right.
One of the treasures of getting old is that you just don't care what other people think as long as you present yourself with honorable intentions and treat them as equals. I try to do that and focus my communication with eye contact and relevant topics unless I'm in a rambling mood then all bets are off. Here's hoping that my sawmill weekend plus two days is not very busy because my arm hurts like hell. "They" say it takes a year to recover.