Four Hundred Seventy-Nine

Four Hundred Seventy-Nine. If only that signified some achievement, rather than the sword of damacles hanging over my head.

I'm trying to get work done and not think about my situation. Not like I don't have anything ELSE to keep my brain busy with.

I hate fighting wars. They suck. This time, I've had to go thermonuclear. What's been fun, though, is that the PI that I had to hire has found out some MOST amusing and unusual information, which is very helpful for me. Who knew that one could learn so much about asset transfers and Nevada corporations, just by hiring the right PI?

He's a great guy, too. Handsome as all get-out.

Monday, Monday ver. 632.01

Well, things are slowly coming together this morning. This is the first day in a week that I've had to work in the [home] office, so I'm feeling behind, although I've missed no deadlines.

I need to get cleaned up, go pick up a book, refill the water jugs and get out of the house for a bit. I also need to make some phone calls here about the mortgage business. Re-working old forms, trying to make old contacts come back alive, trying to regain my full facility for everything.

Teaching the mortgage classes has really focused my knowledge - the last three years (two hardly working and one not working) in mortgage has slowed my facility down somewhat.

Hoping that UHCL fails to pay me within the statutory time period.

Judy is voting with her passive/aggressive behavior in favor of my being blind and handicapped. Got to love that. She's SUCH a liar.

Okay, more work has to happen here.