I got the call from the Sullage People, and they couldn't do Monday. Rearranged my calendar for Tuesday, which is a day off from driving anyway and then called the Council Guy about the day of that deed.
I got the call from the Friendly Support Person who's sending me a list of people who can help Miss Chaos gain employ and take a first step on independence. Yay.
I have the Bikkie in the oven while I'm on the phone with the council about the cats.
I don't think I'll be getting in contact with the job assist people today. This many phone calls is quite enough, thankyouverymuch.
I've taken my pills, I'm imbibing my coffee and about to eat that Bikkie that finished while I was writing this.
I will likely get today's story done whilst listening to The Worst Hold Music Ever[1].
I am going to nom my Bikkie, drink my soup, and get on with getting on.
[1] Slightly-off station repetitious jingle that could plausibly be used to roust terrorists out of a hostage situation.