Today was the coldest day of the season, and more than cold enough for me.  I was grateful not to have to go out, and I didn’t (until dinner time, when the temperature had warmed to the 20s F).

I did my usual work chores, managed (after a few unsuccessful attempts to reach the person in charge) to schedule my scan (January 27), and went through some banking stuff.  My sweetie and I have a joint account, and we need to make sure it’s set up with rights of survivorship, so that he has access to those funds without interruption.  He spoke to someone at the bank who entirely failed to comprehend the nature of his question.  I’m not sure how we’ll end up dealing with this.  I might try telephoning, to see whether I have better luck.  I’ll go down there if I have to (and certainly I can go if we need to sign papers or whatever), but just to find out what the setup is on that account should not require that I do so.

This afternoon I worked for a bit and then rested.  My sweetie was doing his volunteer work, and I had just decided to nap when he got home, so I would be awake enough not to collapse over dinner, which I nearly did anyhow.  This was a dinner that we’ve been trying to arrange for over six months, with our next-door neighbor, so we could see pictures of her grandsons (ten and eight months old now).  Not only is she excellent company, she decided to treat us; I was having a lovely time, but my gut was beginning to be stirred up, so I excused myself and left the two of them at the table so I didn’t end up perfuming the restaurant.

Except for being very gassy and a bit tired, I’m feeling pretty good.  And this is late for me, so being tired isn’t unusual.