I feel like I leveled up on Adulting today, after talking to our Estate Planning Attorney regarding the state of our Living Trust after Death of a Spouse. Which requires follow up with our CPA and Financial Services.

My whole couch is covered with paperwork and my to-do list is two pages long, and half of it is "Funeral Announcement."

I need to go to Kinkos and print things out and then get some things signed and notarized, and then get some other things signed and in the mail certified.

It's much of a muchness.

That is a considerable amount of adulting! How is your wound healing?

That is a lot of a lotness, indeed, Hec. Sending supportive vibes from afar.

My dog does not have fleas, phew. But her skin is dry and read and irritated, so we have a course of steroids, medicated wash, and, well, just because we needed them, flea and tick prevention and heartworm prevention meds.

She was scratching so much last night and even sort of whine/whimpering, poor thing.

Adulting is seriously overrated.

Try playing this with the sound on. It's short and made me smile.

Cereal.

I am getting some seriously skinky lingerie ads in FB these days. Can't figure out what I said, bought, or thought to bring that about, but... seriously, THAT is NOT a bodysuit. I do not think that word means what you think it means.

That is a very much muchness, David.

I tried to have an onerous task day, and I forgot that it's a observed holiday for many, so everyplace I contacted was closed.

My 10 year old MacBook Air is limping along and the Apple Support suggestions did not help. I guess I need to knuckle under and get a new one. A new battery might help, but for how long?

Okay. Hear me out; Buffista Island is accessible; it holds both misfit toys and wild animals.

You know, if we wanted to update Sang Sacre some day.

She was scratching so much last night and even sort of whine/whimpering, poor thing.

Poor baby. As much as I hate an itch I feel for her.

An old, old friend passed away on Saturday morning, and in her post about it, his wife of 32 years said:

If love alone could have saved him, he would be as immortal as we always believed him to be.

I'm not ready to talk about it yet, but this is one of the few places I can put something like this, and have a hope that it will be understood.

I am so thankful for each and every one of you, and I hate, hate, hate, that so many of us are hurting so badly, and have been for so long. And I can't help but think how much worse it would be without each other to lean on.

That is a considerable amount of adulting! How is your wound healing?

Pretty good. No bruising on the face but some on the chest.

However, when I took the trash bins out on Sunday night, I lifted the lid on recycling and started to shove some extra bags in and managed to catch the edge of the lid directly into the wound. Wow, that was blinding pain.

Ice pack to the rescue.