Raven · on · a · Writing · Desk

I'm feeling poked at odds and ends by the world. It's not ME this time, or if it is, it's not the part I take personally.

I had a lovely long weekend with Charlie. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. It's getting better. It's going to be ok. We went to see the new Batman. I cried because the last time I was at that movie theater, we were pregnant. Suddenly, we were walking out of the theater, and I felt the loss. Triggers are weird.

I started my first menses since the miscarriage. Which is the hopeful, things moving forward, new opportunities thing.

I missed getting one of the apartments I mostly liked mostly because of my work being too busy, partially because of indecisiveness. (Yes, I could have picked up the phone sometime and shouted, Wait! That's it! But apartment hunting does not seem to come with "Eureka!" moments.)

I had weird apartment browsing yesterday. The one office that I found open was busy. One was always closed on Sunday, one was supposed to be open but wasn't, and one was MISSING. I mean gone. No, really. Empty lot where the office used to be.

Then my computer started acting up, moving my cursor to the next field or to the end of the text. This is ONLY happening with my work program, so bleargh. Wtf, I'm on my way to mom's anyway, right?

So I get up this morning, and mom's internet is down. Does she know? No. So, of course, she doesn't know why. I have several choices between arguing with her connection, installing my wireless on the desktop computer, or working on the demon-possessed laptop. So of course I'm on the laptop. Well, I'm uninstalling my work program and reinstalling it. We'll see if that helps. Perhaps it got sick somehow.

I got the statement from the hospital about the emergency visit, and that is scary to look at. Good thing there was Medicare, but really, I didn't expect that. Think $1,200 per hour. I'm not panicking because, so far, I don't actually have to pay any of it. We'll see how Medicare feels about it.