Mostly a day of rest.

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The tub is being cleaned, I hope to do a few other things.  No whole rooms, or large projects, simple tasks... as much as tasks can be simple.  I went to bed a little later, nearly midnight, but woke early and well.  Sleep was good.  Life is alright.  If not everything I hope to do is going forward.  Like the KoC meeting I will be missing.  I can't do it.  I thought I would be able to go, and last month.  I've... I'm... I'll get there.  And then try to hit it several times, perhaps even make it a regular event.  I like to go.  I like to be involved, even if it is just listening.  Adult Boy Scouts, or at least when the Boy Scouts were worth being involved with, or at least not dangerous.  They have had their first boy rape cases going forward, because of allowing homosexuals in that program.

I did do a few bits of business.  I am attempting, and looking to be successfully, to get my home loan changed from adjustable (if that was better than what I had before it) back to static interest for the life of the loan.  No cost, so I am told.  Yeah, just for peace of mind.  They get a point and change up front for the removal of the risk of a five point rise over the live of the loan... which I do expect would happen.  How much will that save?  Enough.  Further, it means the monthly won't ever rise.  I don't have to worry.  Risk assessment and management, nothing more or less.  Is there better?  Maybe, though with a company I haven't worked with the added risks accumulate.

I also finally was able to get through to a number given to me via a woman at my doctor office to the V.A.  It was supposed to connect me to someone, with a file needed a bit more data, to ensure medicine was delivered.  There are several trees in the automated system, I tried one today, perhaps one tomorrow.  The one I followed today ended badly.  Something about that being a call center, with no "So-and-Whositz", no file on me or even opening for that sort of thing, no knowledge of me, and not functional as to what I was seeking.  The woman seemed truly perplexed as to everything I asked.  No, I kept it clean and neat, just business.  She wasn't all that nasty, just... she obviously had no clue what I was discussing.  I'll try one more branch, as there really are just two for me (the other branches are for providers).  Then I'll call the woman in the office of my doctor, see if she can find out more or... something.  Garbage and jokes, I guess.

I finally get back, get back, on medicines and I am coming to realize that they are going to cut them again, again, again.  Oh, yeah, I really can live without them.  Have for ages.  Not as well, probably not as long, and definitely not here.  I'll work on it until it proves unfixable, then figure out where and how to get on with my life.  That, my friends, is the government helping those it promised to help.  Can't even help itself.  Doesn't even seem to know what it's doing, or care.  It just hires who no one else can hire and lets them do whatever they are capable of doing, doesn't worry about, you know, doing what it is supposed to do or says it will do?  I guess.

Later.