I received a text from Daughter a little while ago. She wants to get married this summer, to the guy that she has accused of harassing her. I told her we'd talk tomorrow. Part of me is tempted to say, "Sure, go for it!" because within a month, the engagement will be off.
I told her we'd talk about it tomorrow. If I'm lucky, the engagement will be off by then. If not, at least I have some time before I have to deal with the drama.
I have continued to disengage as much as possible with the agency. I'm tired of dealing with them. They are upset with the doctor because she hasn't sent orders. I called the doctor today. They haven't received a request for orders. I'll fax them info tomorrow, and they'll get it back to me.
On a cheerier note, I bought some size 12 slacks last night. Before the diet I was in size 18. It was kind of nice. I finally turned on the furnace last night. It was 62 in the house. As several people have pointed out, I have less insulation than I used to have.
I have a breakfast meeting tomorrow, so I will be late getting in. Administrative Assistant is taking a woman in the church to the hospital for a procedure, so she will be late getting in. Treasurer has a doctor's appointment, so he will be late getting in. We laughed-- people will wonder what happened-- we are very good at having the office open at 9-- no matter what.