In brief, the cat's sick again, something strange has happened to the mother-in-law's bank account and we're locked out for no apparent reason (because banks have nothing better to do than screw around with the hard-earned little pension dollars of an octogenarian who needs that cash to pay her home health care aide), and so we're starting this day under a tremendous weight of anxiety.
I can report that while I did go up a little bit on the scale overnight, the weekly average is still good, and below my two-pound mark.
I wish I felt more joy at this, but right now I'm just consumed with worry.
All the paperwork required in the wake of the B/F's dad is still with us, still lingering, still pressing in on us. As soon as we fill out one form, another comes along. Now this with the bank. We feel so helpless, and so angry and frustrated. And as we all know, that's not a good way to feel.
June 28th, 2017 When We Do
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