Imagine my surprise when 30 minutes later my father calls to tell me that he has the SAME EXACT PROBLEM!
My father's health hasn't been great for...well I don't remember it ever being great. But every year it's a new issue. But then again, his mother seemed to have all sorts of medical mess ups, stomach issues, strokes, etc, and lived till she was in her 80's and had great-grandchildren. So I'm hoping that my Dad holds out that long. But really he gives me heart attacks with these phone calls. He's fine and chipper, his children are going nuts!
To add to this, Linda is being weird paranoid again. I think the computer set her off. She's convinced that there are drug dealers in the apartment complex who are out to set her up for a fall. Now, I'm convinced there are drug dealers, I just think she annoys them because she's always out and about. I don't think they are setting her up for anything in particular. But she's being weird, and knocked on my door at 7:30 this morning to wake me up and tell me that if anything happens theirs a note on Decembers calander I need to read.
*sigh* I accept everyone has their weirdness and neurosis, but why does it have to manifest itself during hell weeks for me.
I'm beat today. I think I have settled on paper topics, I'll see if I can't hash one out tonight and tomorrow, and the other tomorrow and Thursday. It's hormones week, so it means I'm always more worn out and tired. Today I feel like a wrung out, dirty washcloth. Ugh.
No word on the car estimate or how long it will take. I'm hoping not terribly long. I can't afford to have this rental that long.
Patric says I need to go shopping with he and Randy again...lord, I can't believe these two need a referee.