Augh, they're killing me! (I'm just finishing the episode now.)

Cash, clear explanations of what the insider jargon covers. One of my big frustrations when I was getting quotes was they didn't use a standardized set of terms from company to company and I didn't know what they meant so it was hard to compare. Line by line itemization.

But I'm anal and like being given all the info up front.

That was a great review (and interview). Now I'm all freaking out over Chuck. Chuck!!

Thanks, sara. The current statement gives no itemization and I'm big on that, too. I have a collection of statements that I'm going to look at to see what I like.

Also (I'm thinking of car insurance here, so it might not be the same) if it is required by law, or if it is considered a core service as opposed to an add on.

Now I'm all freaking out over Chuck. Chuck!!

::sniff:: We already have no more Life and no more Sarah Connor Chronicles. It is sad.

I just sent out a handful of job-app-related emails from my profile address instead of my oh-so-professional gmail one. I hope no one looks at the domain. Oops.

VH1 Classic thinks that "Hello" (that's the one with the blind chick in the video and the sculpture of his head, right?) is Soft Rock. I don't get that. It's soft soul, or something.

I discovered my over the toilet rack is a little too wide for the space. (As it is, I expect a perma-bruise from the drain plug-> [link] .) After we almost forgot it at the apartment during the move and Jeff went back and got it and dropped it off today. Sigh.

Aw, I just got a neighbors/friends cookout invite from my next door neighbors (the single dad and housemate) for weekend after next. Both he and his housemate have made a point of offering to help anytime I need it (B's been renovating the place himself) and I may ask for window unit help from them. Both are terribly athletic.

I wish I could convince Mister Kitty to stick down here on the first floor. He seems to like sleeping in their original holding bedroom, no matter how many times I haul him down here.

I've had sort of a shitty day. I forgot I had an off-site meeting. I lost my car keys at work for 45 minutes. I didn't have lunch because I was late to the meeting.

Then I went to see Grace and I pulled her gastric tube out of the stoma, which is painful and causes bleeding and is, of course, kinda unsanitary with the pushing it back in.

The win was getting Noah's caseload for OT moved from actively going one time a week to going once a month on "consultation only".

I hope tomorrow is better, Kat. It will be, I decree.

If it is a sign of my powers of decree-al: Mister Kitty came downstairs!!

And you wanna know something neat? I look around? This is home. My stuff is still mostly in boxes, nothing of my personal crap is up, but I look around and it feels right. Not unfamiliar, warts and all.