Bills, debit cards, changes. GAH!

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Okay, I have roughly aware that something was wrong for a while.  Bills, or something.  Not being paid.  Not much I could do about it but pout and grimace.  Yes, I like my bills paid, and on time, and I have the money.  Both of my debit cards recently became defunct and were replaced.  I used to have all my bills on them, but I have slowly migrated automatic payments away from debit cards, which fail when they get past a certain age, over to direct online banking direct payments.  That is always a little spooky, itself, and there is no guarantees with it, either.  I don't think it is the bank, but companies, it seems, can end reception of payments.  Verizon has a really nasty habit of doing that, for example.  Then I end up with a huge bill.  Still, if they are all in one place it is easier to... figure things out.

My health has not been up to specs for dealing with home, tasks, or bills.  Life does get a little fuzzy.  Oh, I'm doing fine, inside my shell inside my prison.  And I can and do write.  Obviously I think well enough.  It is just in the world of action.  I have nothing here, save the girls, to compel much out of me.  Yes, that might make a difference, at least more often.

Finally, though, I got to it.  I found the bills that were in doubt, checked here and there to make sure data was correct, and put these remaining bills into the auto-pay banking queue.  I will need to change the dates on automatic payments, as they are coming later in the month this time.  I prefer all payments out by the 1st, give or take.  I checked the other bill that worried me, my house payment.  That is being paid as it should, and when it should.  Ugh, but that should help me sleep better.  They, the companies I owe, have been auto-calling like mad.  That's sort of what caused me to look around.  The problem is, they don't talk when I speak.  It's dead air.  I can expect many more nuisance calls until the bills go through on Monday.  I know what they are doing is illegal.  I also know that a law is only as good as it is supported.  This law is not supported at all.  Five to ten calls per day, for those two cards.  Monday I can turn the sound on my phone back on.

Still, I've done what I could.  Everyone should be happy soon.  All because debit cards die, to me, so quickly.  Well, and I can be such a gimp sometimes.  I roasted chicken hindquarters last night, with onions and cabbage.  A bite of that today sounds good.  Later.