re: bureaucracy, healthcare, mh (~)
In general, I'm just full of anxiety and spinning around and flailing today. The insurance stuff is the only remotely scary thing I can think of right now—everything is just existential dread—so I guess I'm gonna do my best to chalk it up to another brain malfunction.
It would just be nice to have a way to force the alarm console to clear, you know? Nobody left me the keys to this damn thing.
On the other hand, Peg's been a paragon of reptilian patience and calm, while I've been running around flailing like Kermit hunting for Crazy Harry. I owe her a whole lot of petting.
(Fig. 1: Crazy Harry. This toot has been captioned for the Muppet-impaired.)