Last night I got a call from my uncle and grandma.Â The good news?Â She’s sold the house we’ve been looking after for her.Â The bad news?Â They’re closing today.Â Which means the 100 or so odd little sundries we still had left there need to get moved pronto. Okay, no big deal, we’ll just get it done this evening after work, right?
So this morning I wake up with a raging stomach virus.Â So I make the call to stay home, and since Chris is joining me in viral misery, we figure we’ll get the stuff moved (the house is two blocks away) in between visits to the great white porcelain throne.Â Not an ideal day, but still, nothing we can’t manage.
Then Chris checks the bank account, to discover that we’re overdrafted (or would be when the bank opens).Â Again.Â And it’s Tuesday.Â And I won’t get paid till the end of the month.Â But — my Grandma had offered to pay us back for the electric and water bills we’d been keeping up on her house for the last several months.
So I log onto my work email account and see an email from our H.R. person.Â Apparently,Â my insurance premiums hadn’t been deducted from any of my checks, so they were planning on taking them ALL out of my next check.Â Which would have more than cut it in half.Â So I made a somewhat desperate email (and follow up call) to ask if we could please spread out the repayment a little.Â Which they said was okay.Â Which is good because I was about to have a coronary episode which probably would’ve extended my sick leave far beyond one day.
Then Chris’ mom called.Â His dad went to the hospital with dangerously low blood pressure yesterday.Â They sent him home, he got lightheaded coming up the steps, fell and broke his hip and now will need surgery.
On the positive side, once again, in the midst of all this chaos God keeps providing.Â On the negative side, I’d rather chew a roll of aluminum foil than relive just the first five or six hours of this day.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment with John.