Monday, Except Its Not

It feels like a Monday. Nothing's terribly wrong, but several things are not right. A friend has a tagline she likes to use, to the effect that she tries to take one day at a time, but sometimes several gang up on her at once. That's what today feels like.

Partially, it's that I'm irritated at a couple of things. Last night, I was balancing our bank statements, and two checks which, in the sequence, ought to have cleared, hadn't, and there was a small difference in the balanced totals. We watch that routinely, and balancing usually takes five minutes, so this was odd. I went to the bank's web site, and not only would it not accept my signon, it wouldn't accept my 'reset your password' process. So now I get to call them and talk to someone. Odds are, they'll give me grief because the account I was balancing was my wife's, and we can't reset the password unless your wife says that its okay. Never mind that my name's on the account, too, or that I could get any stray woman to pick up the phone and say yes, its okay. I hate talking to pursed-lip people.

I invited a former coworker to our annual winter party (pretty quiet stuff). She can't make it, but mentioned that, having retired, she's now looking for part-time work because her husband is going to have major surgery, and they need the money. Doesn't affect me at all, but the image --both the surgery and the financial -- scared me.

Tonight, we're supposed to go to a meeting about the proposal for a China trip. First off, today they're calling for sleet, freezing rain, and some snow right when we'll be out. And second, these people may try to pressure us into anteing up money for the trip immediately. We're not opposed to the idea, but we want to think about it. Last, it turns out they also do a trip to Japan -- and my daughter has said once or twice how much she'd like to do that. Argh.

In half an hour, I get to go for a recurring medical visit. Nothings wrong, just a check up -- still, I've been having only moderate success with blood sugar control, and my weight's up a bit, too. Both are normal occurrences, but both feel like failures to me. I hate failing, even when I know its normal and will get better. Just hate it.

See what I mean? Feels like Monday.