Will Medicare care?

That is the question, as I face my second eye (yes, I have two) surgery this Wednesday. Between the last one in Nov. 2025 and now, my surgeon has stopped talking Brown & Toland. Which leaves Medicare/Medical. I sure hope he does, everything on my side is set. That includes rides and eye drops.

I’m having a serious tiff with the phone company, who claim I owe them $1,800. That is beyond absurd. For my convenience, they’ve shut off my service. Here’s the good news: Patti gave me an Alexa devise. I can place phone calls on that. Nick was over today and pointed that out. So, the battle with AT&T can wait. Not over, just on hold. Sound familiar?

In another snaffu, I asked for a ham sandwich today. Once home and bitten into, it is turkey. That wouldn’t be so bad, but I cooked a whole chicken and have temporarily lost the desire for fowl.

Weirdness continues. I had a dream last night that featured myself and a videographer, Pacelli, in a bathtub. Pacelli is a nice enough guy, but I’ve never had any thought of intimacy with the fellow. He recorded three of my shows and keeps an archive. And, in the dream, the tree outside my window was on fire. What would Jung make of that?