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It’s very warm right now. The last couple of days have been unseasonably so. It’s nice not to need a jacket, but it’s also kind of disconcerting. We actually used our ceiling fan last night.

The kids wanted to take the bus out to Kroger yesterday to pick up some snacks to share with the other kids who’d be with them while I went to my appointment. Unfortunately, the driver refused to let them on the bus without either showing him proof that they were under eighteen or paying full fare. Their school doesn’t do i.d., so they didn’t have anything of the sort. The kids ended up coming home, disappointed. I’m fairly annoyed— Cordelia’s twelve. Her friend is eleven. Her friend’s brother is nine. I complained to the bus company, but I don’t know that it will do any good. Their website says they can demand i.d. from anyone over the age of five.

The radiation appointment went pretty well. I have to keep telling the technicians that I would absolutely rather have my arm taped than have it twisted out of the way. Tape is trivial, maybe a one on the pain scale and probably not even that. Twisting ranges from sciatica (a four) to past labor (six for labor), depending on how long I have to hold position. I guess this isn’t a normal response in their experience.

I’m feeling frustrated because there are things that need doing that I can’t do. Scott keeps assuring me that he knows I can’t and that he doesn’t expect me to, but he doesn’t do any of those things himself. The dirty dishes in the sink are starting to smell unpleasant, and I’ve got two loads of laundry that need doing, one urgent and one not. I’d like to put away my laundry, too, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. I can tell how long it’s been since I did it by the fact that there are shorts in the basket.

I’m still having trouble getting used to the quirks of the new OS on my new laptop. Scott gets very upset when I gripe about it, so I’m trying not to. Right at the moment, the main thing I miss is the side scroll bar. The lack means I can’t estimate how long things are or how much of a given page/document/message I’ve already read.

My sister is scheduled for her reconstructive surgery tomorrow. There was some doubt about it going forward because her son had strep last week and she came down with a sore throat on Monday. Fortunately, it’s not strep. A mold allergy is not a happy thing, but it at least won’t prevent her having surgery. She’ll need weeks to recover, and this is a bad time of year for her to do it because she works retail, but she really has no choice. Unfortunately, she’s lost a lot of work time and, so, a lot of income this year.