GreatGrayOwl of Celeste

The Sparrowhawk spent over two hours counting money this morning. They had complicated stacks of money to count separately. He got home just in time for me to take the car and drive to my mammogram. One of the things I spent the morning on was a surprise questionnaire that I had to fill out before I could e-checkin for my appointment. It wasn't optional. It was also stupid, as it asked some questions that I couldn't possibly know the answers to, but wasn't allowed to skip, thus leading to the collection of false information. I highly resented the whole thing. Filling out surveys amounts to them making me work for them without pay. I just don't believe any more that surveys will lead to extra knowledge and thus benefit me in the end. I think this is all BS and I'm not sure what the point is. The medical establishment is making me very irritable these days.
The technician was not very nice, unlike most technicians I've met. She treated me like a lump of playdough. But she was efficient and expeditious and had me back out the door in record time, so I'll give her that.

My plan was to quickly recover from post-Christmas fatigue and clean up all the leftover detritus, put everything back in its place, and move cheerily onward into the new year. Well, it hasn't happened yet. A couple of first steps have been made. The Sparrowhawk washed one load of sheets. The recycling has been taken to the curb to be picked up tomorrow. All in good time . . . At least I didn't have my car totaled by running into a wolf, like a family member of one of Madame's other friends! I prefer that others suffer interesting catastrophes, so I can watch from afar while continuing my slow slog into a better year . . . .