gonzai | The Little Things, They Pile Up

Sitting here trying to get caught up on work, so I can get caught up on...Mom issues, mostly. Got a bill from the hospital where she was recently tested, but the bill doesn't even say what date it's for, much less what it's for or how they arrived at that number. That should be an entertaining call. Meanwhile, my younger uncle, Rick, and my older uncle's best friend Carl filed a motion to become the guardians of my older uncle, Jim. They didn't mention this to Mom, probably as not to upset her. Backfired. Now she's paranoid and convinced they're sneaking around. I figure it best to call Rick and find out what's going on before Mom calls him, plus have to decide if we're going to the competency hearing or not. Also, Mom is wibbling as to whether she wants to visit Jim this weekend. I'm free, so I told her I'd drive her, but she hasn't made up her mind if she wants to go. It would be nice to know at least a couple days before we go...

Eh. Off to straighten out a boo-boo with my electronic banking (my mistake, not theirs, but needless to say it ought to be fixed.)