Middle of the week now. Time is flying by. The year is nearly gone, and I for one have little to show for it. Except regrets for missed opportunities and wasted days. Not a good feeling.
Last night was the longest night of the year. We are now, officially anyway, into the Winter season. 90-some days until Spring, and the worst weather of the year is before us. Some part of me believes that the Lord created Spring and Summer, but that the Devil crept in and created Winter. OK, it's not in the Bible. Neither is the gravitational constant.
Heading out in a few minutes to take care of some business. Wife's one specialist doctor has moved. Physically, to be sure, from an office in the next town over to one in the next county south of that, and towards the edge of even that one. But also, from one "doctors group" associated with one (remotely-owned) chain of hospitals, to another "doctors group" associated with a quite different chain of hospitals. That's bad enough. But we are also moving our Medicare Advantage from one carrier to another in about 10 days. And, Wife has refills that need to be done NOW, yet when the doc moved, her records, oddly, did not. So now we have to make a journey to sign -- AGAIN -- some documents that some pettifogging clerk has misplaced or something, so that she can get the refill on a medicine that keeps her alive a little bit longer.
I do not wish to hurl curses and imprecations. Truly. But I am certain and sure that there is a reserved oven rack in Perdition for every single person who stuck the nation with Obamacare and the like. A pox and uncontrollable flatulence, painful rectal itch, and halitosis be upon them all.
Our Old Testament reading for today completes the journey through Micah, with chapters 6 and 7.
The reading from the New Testament is chapter 12 from the Revelation.