I Don't Suffer From Insanity; I Enjoy Every Minute of It

As my caregiving impasse continues, I will call Joyce's sister in the morning, after I call the State Tax Board who tells me I have some tax lien of unknown origin that is due on 10/12. Last week I received a notice asking if I wanted to renew the warranty on my 2021 Acura, a car I have never owned. A background check on my former partner, the sociopath I left over ten years ago was very telling to say the least. It does appear that she has gotten everything she wanted, and then some. People like her know too well how to "work a room."

However, for the moment I am putting all of this aside because I need to tell someone something very funny that happened to me, and kept me pretty much hysterical all day. We all need a laugh anyway. I was waiting for my driver to pick me up to take me to the lab and from there I went to get an injection in my hip. I was working on my artwork and there was a knock at the door. My driver was not expected for another 30 minutes. I opened the door and before me was a muscular hunk, dark glasses, Hawaiian shirt, and his name was Victor. I said, "oh hello come right in!" In my mind I was thinking of something my hairstylist had said to me this past Saturday when I had my hair cut, and that was: "Ohhh, it is your birthday and I know exactly what I am going to do for you. " Yes, he is a lovely gay man who I have known for at least 15 years and he lives in my apartment complex.

So, when I opened the door this afternoon, I thought that the Adonis in front of me was a gift from my hair stylist. Can you believe that ? I admit I was sleep deprived, not really paying much attention to the clock etc. I may have even said, "I have been waiting for you! David told me he was going to do something very special." Sadly, he told me he was my driver, and while he would love to come in, he had to take me to my appointment. We laughed all the way downtown, and I later called David and told him the story. Naturally, he said, "well, I wish he had come to my door!"

If this offends anyone, I apologize, but the experience was just what I needed after a sleepless, fightful night. When I came home I was so exhausted I called Joyce and told her I was so tired I felt like I was stoned or something. However, I went over to her apartment, did everything that needed to be done, went for a quick walk, came home and fell asleep for 4 hours. Tomorrow is truly going to be another day.