Monday was splendid. Great productivity at work. Sunny attitude on my part. Came home and had a meaningful Family Home Evening activity.
Yesterday was interesting. Pretty much in the Chinese sense. Mild to moderare headache all day. And while I can usually distract and amuse myself with the reminder that it's better to *have* one than to *be* one, yesterday I had trouble holding that thought. And my Naproxen was in a drawer here at home. So I had to make due with extra strength acetaminophen.
Today it appears to be the Reflux Fairy's turn. I've been up for about 45 minutes with a hunka hunka burning gut. Just slugged down a little buttermilk and am waiting for it to settle before lying down again.
It is now "later". Took awhile, but I did get back to sleep. The headache has returned, although it is much weaker than yesterday. And today I remembered to grab the Naproxen.
This is likely to be a somewhat unproductive day. I have a phone conference later this morning, and I leave shortly thereafter to see my dentist and get a filling.
In the good news department, one more piece of necessary paperwork has arrived at my attorney's office. We are now waiting on only two more, and then we can file the whole shebang.
And last weekend I was playing with my spreadsheet. I think I have come up with a reasonable plan to pay off both the truck and the line of credit by the end of the year. I will try it for two or three months and see if it's as workable as I think.
Next year my Federal withholding will go back to the single rate. If my only debt at that time is the mortgage, I would still have a livable cash flow.
If you still have not prepared your will, consider this a urgent, friendly reminder. What you spend on the paperwork will be more than repaid in peace of mind.
Later still. At the dentist's. Mouth about half numb. Love how my teeth don't quite meet properly on that side. Normal occlusion on the other side. Weird.
What? You don't come here for pure stream of consciousness? No knitting to report. Although I did browse eight or nine knitting magazines between leaving the office and showing up here. Bought not a one of them. Not even tempted.