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Grumble. Not enough peace and quiet around here...
Well, the car gets fixed at obscene rates, and now the printer refuses to print. I'm on my second cartridge. A friend thought it might need cleaning, but I have blackened a linen towel with distilled water, and run the clean platen feature numerous times, but so far, it won't print a page for me. I'm left wondering if there's any chance they'll take back the blasted cartridge? An HP Laserjet 1022. And it was supposed to be a good printer -- but it has never been satisfying.
On top of this, I had the stress of filling out on-line a health insurance application. I had done a paper version first, so I would have the dates and particulars, right? Everything on the web site opened up into still more questions. If I had high blood pressure I'd be in trouble. Then they call you to ask questions, and your answers are probably not what they expect. This has been going on for two weeks.
But my health insurance is now over $600 a month, coming out of savings. If these people took me at the listed rate, even with a year before they paid on anything I currently see a doc for, I would be doing much better. So it was worth a gamble.
This has slowed writing to a crawl. I wish I wasn't still so easily flustered by my bizarre life. But I am, and it effects things. Sigh.
On top of this, I had the stress of filling out on-line a health insurance application. I had done a paper version first, so I would have the dates and particulars, right? Everything on the web site opened up into still more questions. If I had high blood pressure I'd be in trouble. Then they call you to ask questions, and your answers are probably not what they expect. This has been going on for two weeks.
But my health insurance is now over $600 a month, coming out of savings. If these people took me at the listed rate, even with a year before they paid on anything I currently see a doc for, I would be doing much better. So it was worth a gamble.
This has slowed writing to a crawl. I wish I wasn't still so easily flustered by my bizarre life. But I am, and it effects things. Sigh.