Wash Day

I'm doing laundry today. The last load is in the dryer. I did two loads last night before I got in bed, but I've put nothing away yet. This morning I can see piles of cat hair along the baseboards. That has never happened before! I keep everything vacuumed weekly until now. And I'm just so tired I don't want to bother.

But I will. Later this evening. I am going to my sister's and get her to the infusion appointment. It goes rather fast. Yesterday, it took only 15 minutes. We're working on getting her insurance business taken care of as well. She's got to get the FMLA paperwork in today to the doctor. 

If you rent from Grand Oak here in Evansville, just know they provide little help to people who are crippled. She asked about a handrail, and they said they'd have to get back to her. I'm about to send a letter to them letting them know if they refuse, we will assume they accept full responsibility for any injuries she sustains because of that refusal. I am not feeling nice today, and that foolishness is just not gonna fly. They're terrible at repairs anyway, but this is just foolishness.

I had a rough weekend. It probably showed in my writing. I'm having to pray a lot more because of it. And I lie in bed and worry about my family and everything else. 

We're tired. Mike is only a month out from a stroke, and I get concerned he'll overdo it. I don't know how, but the fear is there. He's doing well, but I'm pretty sure his hearing is worse and his memory is worse. He's helped a lot with my sister's problem, but she has no patience with him. Today I'm going to be late getting over there. I have to do things in this house.

Right now there are so many things that have gone wrong, I can't pinpoint anything that is right. My only consolation is that when this many disasters hit one family, the devil is not happy with them. So, we must be doing something right. It will all come out in the wash.