That sort of sums it up. I don't feel as tho I've done all that much today, but the usual housework really took the sap out of me, and the grocery trip was a little more involved than the early-in-the-week one, so... mebbe that's why. I slept better last night as there was a little less tossing and turning from Himself, but it still wasn't especially restful, so I'm happy to see bedtime roll around tonight.
I couldn't stand it anymore, and I SWORE I wasn't going to do this, but I called the doctor's office to see if I could get an appointment for him. Now, it's not Memorial Day here - they don't do Memorial Day - but it is the 'last weekend in May Bank Holiday' weekend. Technically, it's the Spring Bank Holiday. Yes, there's a first-weekend-in-May Bank Holiday, but that's a holdover from the old (old old old) May Day traditions, you know, as in Beltane and the Druids and all that fun stuff. Don't ask me. I really have no idea what I'm rambling on about.
Anyway, there are no appointments available today (it was 12-ish when I called) and they're all booked for tomorrow, too. 'And of course with Monday's Bank Holiday the office is closed--?' Yes, of course. Tuesday--? Nope. And they have to leave some slots open for emergencies. 'But if he takes one of those--'
No can do. Because if it's an emergency, then he should go to the hospital, pronto. And if it's not urgent enough but what it can wait till Tuesday, then--
*sigh* Joseph Heller didn't invent Catch-22. Bureaucracy and office receptionists did.
As I said, that sums up my day. And attitude. *grumble grumble* I'm going to bed.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!