Having so much on my mind, so many things to remember, has made me the absent minded professor.

Also there’s The Curmudgeon who gets great joy out of pushing my buttons, making me angry enough that my brain stutters.

I would love some peace and quiet. A place to escape to but at the rate we’re going that will never happen.

For months and months I tried to like it, really I did.

I don’t.

I just purely and simply do not like it.

What was simple became convoluted and a royal pain.

Today’s T-shirt

Got my ears lowered yesterday. Yep, hair is short. Now I can start wearing all my wonderful ear cuffs again.

So glad I threw a roast in the crock pot so I didn’t have to worry about preparing dinner after my 4:30 appointment.

I’ve been watching the BBC’s Dr. Who marathon. I’m having a great time. I missed a few and now I am caught up.

Today’s Tee-shirt

Standing at the sink washing dishes and one idea after another runs through my head.

Sit down to write my blog post and each idea has fled like a mouse from a cat.

Oh, it’s going to be one of those days.

I often wish I could roll back the years and make a few changes.

I would have made sure all the crap I wanted done in this house was done before MS took its toll on The Curmudgeon. All those promises he made were worth nothing after he retired on disability.

Now I have to find someone who is willing to be a handyperson for us. There’s so much I cannot do and is way beyond what he can do these days.

Problem is, we can’t find a soul to do it.

If only I could find someone to clean the attic that the roofer wrecked and made a total mess of and redo all the insulation there that is falling down from his carelessness. That would be a start.

After which maybe I could begin to get things out of places they shouldn’t be stored and put them in the attic out of the way.

That would mean I’d have room to actually clean and put things away in all the other rooms.

Then there’s all that crap in the basement I need to have cleaned out so we can finally get the guys in to put that new oil tank in before the old one springs a major leak.

The interior painting we need done in every freaking room.

Hardscaping the yard too so the dogs track in less mud and can keep their claws trimmed. Raised beds are easier to weed and plant.

As you can tell it’s a mountain of things to do and only me to do it. That’s why it isn’t getting done. I’m jumping through hoops for The Curmudgeon’s care, running errands, and doing all the other stuff I do. I am far too overwhelmed with keeping up with the cooking and every day housework to do more.

My printer died. I ordered a new one and it arrived today.

Now I can finally catch up on all the things I need to print out. Like a medication list to take to the doctor I’m meeting with at the end of the month to see if she’s who I want to be my new primary doctor.

It’s a bit scary to be changing doctors after over 30 years with the same one. That’s why I decided to do a basic ‘interview’ appointment before I make a decision. Who knows, I might be seeing several doctors before I find the right one. Although I did a lot of research just to find this one.

I think after my present doctor’s illness and seizures he’s been more interested in The Curmudgeon’s health. Probably because his son also has MS but refuses to take any medications for it. He’s always curious about the medication The Curmudgeon takes.

However, I don’t think it’s good for my health when a few minutes into my appointment he begins to ask me about The Curmudgeon and ignores any questions I have about my health or derails my train of thought so I forget to ask questions. Yep, time for new doctor.