And All the Stupid Stuff

I still haven't heard back from my car insurance agent.  Not fun waiting when we're now mid month.  Afraid to find out what they found for me, but would like to have some answers.  I'm not really sure what to do.  I think I'm on the border of being a pest.  I see that the agency got good reviews but there was a comment about them being slow to respond.  I think I see that.

I kind of think the Thinker who I've become fond of has become the All Talker.  Maybe I'm wrong.  I offered help first thing in the morning since they would have time now to learn my area.  I got silence.  Then when she did respond, she commented about thinking I was offline.  Virtual world is kind of an interesting world where people can play games.  I'm not going to fret about it.  I mentioned having some phone issues but I know damn well my light was on.  Ok.  I'll play along with that game.  Next week will be a different story and I don't care what happens.  I'm doing my best.

I did get a bill for the blood test but I don't think I have to pay it.  I don't think but I have to make a phone call to the oncology group and find out.  It's not a horrible bill but still.  I'd like one less bill to pay please.

I was supposed to get stamps from this Virginia group that writes postcards.  I realized my stock was low so I ordered some packs from Etsy.  It's been maybe 11 days?  I'm not sure if I'm getting them.  Bad enough I overestimated on taking on projects where I don't have enough money for stamps.  Now that I get an opportunity to have stamps for writing, I don't have any stamps.  Ugh.  I will not make these mistakes in 2026.  Not going to bother the nice woman who wrote to me.  Maybe they changed their mind.  I don't know about people anymore.

I knew I didn't want to watch any of the news.  I am tired of lies being the truth and the truth being ignored.  If you say a lie enough times, it becomes the truth.  I'm so sick of it.  I asked my mom don't turn any of it on when I came back from my walk.  She had played Nicolle Wallace for a little bit and turned it off.  I'm just sick of the distortion and the lying.  Lies, lies, lies.  I get enough of it in my daily life.

I got good news about my blood test and Corinne will be here next month.  I think I'll take an afternoon off and hopefully my mom can come over as well to visit with them.  I want to see her new dog.

I'm taking my wins this week and running with it.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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