Good Things

 Now matter how rough work might get, or how many times my emails make me reach for a Kleenex,  I got to think about the good things for this week.

Today, our landlord helped us hook up the new stove he replaced.  With housing so high, I am grateful we are paying reasonable rent.  Don't care for the downstairs tenant but maybe he can find a place someday where he can scream filthy stuff at women.  

I have off a day and a half.  Yeah, I got my shot on Thursday afternoon but I get the reward of a Starbucks for myself and that's ok.  I'm about halfway through my treatment.  And nice not to have to pay any medical at the moment.  I know that will change but I think I maybe have around $300 left to pay.  FREE MRI!  WOO HOO!  Ugh.  One more year down with $2500 maximum of paying medical.  

I'll have Friday off. I  can sleep in.  I might call the nail salon in Shorewood and see if I can get an appointment Friday morning.  They have nice chairs and I can read my book off of my phone.  My tired feet would like that.  Just nice to sleep in.

I'm about 2 months away from having over a week off.  I love my September week off.  Everyone else has their family vacations. I have my staycation.  I'm ok with that.  

Good things.  


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