grumpus

I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and I've been out of sorts ever since. So far the only good thing that's happened today is that the four-month nearly circular argument my office has been having with two different hospitals finally got resolved, sort of. They sent us the wrong letter, but at least now we know who to ask for the right one in the first place (and I have; I just hope it doesn't take another four months to get it).

My grandparents' 60th anniversary barbecue is on Saturday, and the longer this week gets, the less I want to go. It could be fun if I didn't have to be there at 10 AM for family photos. That means I have to spend Friday night in Arlington so as not to have to get up hideously early in Roxbury to get myself to Arlington to get a ride to Franklin. I would also dearly love for it not to rain, because there are 45 people coming, and the house isn't big enough to hold us all if it rains. The forecast says "mostly cloudy", which I'll believe when I see it. I love my extended family, but I really wish they wouldn't plan things more than about a month in advance. Everything gets overly complicated when they have time to talk things to death.

Oh well, at least there's Cats in Sinks, which is amusing.