Snapped at Angel for being a little sulky about having his brain picked so I could balance Quicken. Have to go apologise once he's off the phone.
Brought all my records up to date on Quicken. Status: We have less credit-card debt and slightly more bills to pay than I thought, thanks to that mysterious car insurance bill I never remember about. Payday is, as usual, going to be aptly timed, but we can manage it.
Mental note to fill out the direct-withdrawal forms for the mortgage and let Renee work her magic on direct-depositing.
Eyeing the NMS medicine book with trepidation and fear. I suppose now is as good as any a time to start. After lunch.
And in all the excitement of being unhappy last night, I forgot to mention: Cast is cut down to a short forearm cast. It's purple, Dr. H. is still hot and very encouraged by my X-rays (Alignment's perfect. Absolutely perfect), and I have the appointment to get the cast off.
Friday, 9 May.