missizzy

This weekend featured first my sister having to rush her husband to the hospital, though not for COVID, and at last report he's apparently fine. It continued with Comcast cutting off first our cable, and telling us when we called that they had apparently received a cancellation from us, and we couldn't get it fixed until 8 on Monday. By which time our internet had gone out too, and they were now claiming they hadn't received the check for the bill. Naturally we assumed the recent sabotage of the post office was working. Mom paid it over the phone, and we got everything back a bit before nine. After which mom called someone else to set up automatic payments, though that would've been the worst part of it, to let the post office actually lose our patronage over this. Except this last person claimed the bill actually had arrived on time, and the earlier story about the cancellation order was true. Neither of us have any idea who the hell would put such a thing in. There was also a tropical storm, but that was relatively tame.
So really, it's been the kind of week where when I went out for my daily walk, it was only ten minutes in that I realized I'd completely forgotten to put on a mask. (Thankfully I've gotten very good at not getting near anyone.) Also, it's raining outside again, though from my window it actually looks rather pretty.