Must Be Monday

On Saturday morning I realized that Friday was the deadline for my doctors to assure the disability insurance company that I am, in fact, still disabled. If the insurance company doesn't hear otherwise, they say they'll assume I'm going back to work. That would be great, but it ain't happenin'. Of course, I realize this on Saturday morning and can't do anything about it until Monday, so it bugs me all weekend. I really hate it when I do that to myself.

So this morning I call the insurance company and try to make sure they're not going to terminate my short-term disability claim because they haven't heard anything back from my doctors. Exactly what I want to do first thing Monday morning.

Ernie's stitches ripped out again, Tuffy's sick, Scarecrow's on a tear, library books are overdue.

I think I'll take a nap.