Yeah, that’s today. I’m prepping for a medical procedure on Monday, and wishing I could go to the Sayulita Super-spreader event. Money isn’t an issue for a change. My cantankerous body, and my employment, on the other hand, are.
Oh well. There’s going to be a lot of things I need to do before the end of the year, still, but I’m ummm…optimistic, maybe? There’s a resignation that’s come across. Do what you will; I don’t care. To paraphrase Ray Lewis, I’m a Machine. You can’t hurt me.
I’m supposed to finally get my next infusion five days late at the new site. It’s jumbled my schedule for getting a flu shot, but I’ll deal. I still haven’t gotten my reimbursement from what I paid last year, either. See the first ΒΆ.
I am a bit disappointed that when I catch the dreaded COVID, I won’t die, but probably also won’t be able to get any sizzurp.
Trying to figure out when, exactly, I should start the writing on Monday. I think I’ll probably do it early. I have3 to be at the hospital at 0800, and I’ll be under sedation, so writing later in the evening probably isn’t going to happen.
We’ll see.
Until the kickoff, I’m away…..