I called it a night sometime shortly after 1 am. Therefore, you can imagine my dismay when my alarm went off at 5:34. I contemplated skipping my 6 am exercise class, which has never happened before. I got up. I went. I exercised. I caffeinated.
I considered this step the first miracle of the day.
By 7:15, I was back home. By 7:35, the rest of the family was out the door for school. I finished my coffee, responded to blog posts, and made excellent, mistake-free progress on an Expert Level Sudoku puzzle on my iPad. I consider this my mental warm-up rather than a diversion (file under: “and other lies I tell myself”).
At 8:06, a doctor’s office called wanting me to pay my bill. Oops. When you are focused on writing dissertation proposals, working full time, managing the household, etc., sometimes these small matters slip by.
I dug out the bills. The medical bills, in particular, are ridiculous. I keep hoping for my insurance company to change their mind and pay them, or for my health care reimbursement account to kick in. Unfortunately, for either one to happen, there has to be a full moon, the submitting doctor has to be an Aries, and the amount has to end in a 5.
Or something like that.
By 9:45, I submitted documentation to my flex spending account, paid one bill (didn’t end in a 5, and I think the doctor was a Sagittarius), and sent an e-mail to my husband detailing all the money in the different medical pots (copays, prescriptions, deductibles, etc.). Or rather, the money that WAS in all the pots before we had to pay for all those things.
It is now 10:04. I have finished my tea and will start writing. Luckily, I ended last night still having more to say and write, so getting started today should be a breeze.