…and into the fire

Soooooooo, Hub and I are heading to Virginia tomorrow to see the grandchildren and yes, I am a nervous wreck.  Son and daughter-in-law are not getting along and so I’m concerned that we are walking into a hornet’s nest.

So, the extra drama along with my agoraphobia are making an ugly combination…and I just want to throw myself on the couch with my book and my blanket and my cat and ignore everyone.

In other news, one of our union members called today to tell me that her husband just had rotator cuff surgery and she wanted to know if the health insurance company would pay for someone to do his chores, like mow the lawn and take out the trash.

Hmmmmm, that would be a “no”.


About JJ

“"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.'” William Butler Yeats
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2 Responses to …and into the fire

  1. Poolie says:

    Good luck with the visit. You are in my thoughts!

  2. Yankee Chick says:

    Hope the visit goes well, Sweetie! I do love that you wanna stay home and curl up with Lola. A short time ago, who’d a thunk it?!?!

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