Ch-ch-changes, Cont'd

Spent the last couple of days fighting with a physical therapy entity over one of Mom's bills (they've billed her for the same thing 3 times, she's paid it twice, and they insist it's an insurance problem. Uh, no), trying to draft a power of attorney (the boss nixed that idea as inappropriate at this time) and trying to get a hold of my brother, who was away on business and next week is going to Burma. Yes, Burma. Meanwhile she lost some of her tax documents (got one from her financial advisor last night, but the other remains MIA) and forgot how to use a telephone, and hasn't been able to call about Jim due to the telephone issue. Yeesh.

Rough plan of attack now is to go to Office Depot tonight, and get the fixings to properly file away her paperwork.  Tomorrow I get to drive her the 175 miles each way to visit Jim, leaving the dogs alone for 10 hours or so. Neither I nor they are amused. My back and shoulders are killing me now, I hate to think what 7 hours of driving will do. Sunday is a funeral an hour away, and somewhere along the line CJ needs a bath, the little mudball. Then Monday is all errands and appointments, I've taken the day off but at this rate I'll need a day off to recover from the day off.

I hate being a responsible adult.

Note To Self

Never have any Big East teams in my brackets.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to choke. Just like they did.