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I'm very, very low on sleep again. We went out for ice cream last night around 9:00. I got something mild, but there was so much of it that, when I lay down to try to sleep, the reflux kicked up pretty much immediately. I ended up sitting up until about 3:00 and actually getting to sleep around 3:45. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; I'd just sleep later. Unfortunately, we're scheduled to have the new air conditioner inspected by the city some time between 8:00 and 5:00 today, and our held mail should all be arriving at once, too. I asked that the mail carrier knock and hand me the mail because there's no chance at all that it will fit in the box.

Scott got up with me and said he'd shower immediately so that i could go back to bed, but he got out of the shower at 9:30 and immediately went for a walk to go get bagels. We got up at 7:30. Also, I've had my breakfast and my coffee. I'm not sure that lying down again is a good idea even though I'm so exhausted I ache.

Because of Art Fair being last week, the library extended the hold period on everything until at least the 24th, and we had nothing due this week, so we didn't try to deal with the library yesterday. We'll go down there today or tomorrow, depending on how timing works, Maybe I'll even find the missing CD in the interim.

We also didn't do any laundry because the vacation has thrown us way off. I washed most of the clothes I took on Friday, so that's when I'll run out of clean clothes. I'm going to try to get Cordelia to do laundry today, at least her own stuff and maybe a load of ours.

Scott decided that last night would be pizza night to make up for me missing out while we were on vacation. We do now have a dilemma-- Scott and I prefer Cottage Inn for pizza (we pretty much always get the teriyaki chicken pizza), and Cordelia prefers Marco's pizza. She tried the combination that she'd really liked from Marco's-- chicken and feta-- but didn't like the way Cottage Inn did it.

Cordelia has apparently decided that painting her room is too much trouble. Scott tried to get her to go out to buy paint yesterday, but she refused. I guess she'll just have to live with peach colored walls for another year or so. Scott's not likely to have time for such a project again any time soon.

Scott was going to work on my laptop this morning, but he couldn't find the cable he needed to use to connect the new drive to my current computer in order to copy everything over. He has ordered one, but who knows when that will arrive.

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The city inspector has come and gone. It took all of ten minutes for him to look at the air conditioner. I'm still waiting for the mail.

Scott brought back fragels for me and Cordelia. That was nice. As soon as he got home, he took off his shirt so that he can't answer the door and that I can't go to bed. Maybe I need more coffee...

Scott is now listening to something awful about WWII that I'd rather not hear. I don't listen to things when he's in the living room with me, but he won't give me the same courtesy. Sometimes, I'm lucky, and he listens to something that I enjoy, too, but not always.

Scott's hoping to go see Ant Man today. He tried to talk Cordelia into going, but she's not interested. He's worried that she's spending too much time alone in her room, but I rather think that that's more a sign of her age than a sign of anything wrong. It would be nice if she spent some time outside, but, really, what is she going to do out there? She doesn't have anyone to play with this year. Walking to the library once has brought home to her just how far away that is, and she really doesn't want to do it again, especially in hotter weather. I can't talk her into trying the bus, either.

I just got a call from the breast care clinic. The doctor I saw in May has left (she wasn't planning to do that in May. She scheduled an appointment for me to see her again in November), but they want me to come in and see someone else. I think it's because I emailed my primary care doctor to tell her that the lump seems to be coming to the surface. I don't think it's getting bigger, but I suppose it might be. The whole situation with my sister makes everything more worrying. I don't know how soon they'll get me in because they're pretty certainly going to want me to have another mammogram first. I would love for them to schedule the mammogram and the other appointment on the same day, but that probably won't be possible given that they want to get me in next week or the week after.

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The mail never did come today, and that worries me. The message from the USPS very clearly said that the mail would come today and that the carrier would deliver it to us. I'm not sure what to do about it-- The message didn't give any mechanism for contacting them if there was a problem. Also, we can't be home for a considerable chunk of the day tomorrow, so we don't want them to deliver the mail then (well, apart from really, really wanting the mail) because it will not fit in the mailbox. Scott's father will be around for part of the time we're gone, but he'll be in the back yard, so he's unlikely to notice someone at the front door.

Scott ended up not going to the movie so that I could actually lie down for a little while. I think he completely spaced out on the fact that I needed to sleep until I pointed it out again. The whole thing was very, very frustrating. I didn't get to lie down until after 3.

I was really hoping I'd manage to get a shower in some time today, but I was so exhausted that, when Scott was finally willing to take over, I really needed to lie down more than I needed to be clean. I still want to change the sheets on our bed, but it may not happen today because Scott's out running errands and refuses adamantly to change the sheets after 9 p.m. Apparently, being asked to spend five minutes helping change the sheets is a huge imposition.

The sports coach for Cordelia's school got back to me. The school district did not. The coach managed to find a form for high school athletes. It's not the form we would normally use for middle school sports, but she said she'd accept it. I have to fill out our part of it tonight. The dratted thing is a lot longer and more detailed than the middle school form.