Ok, so daylight savings time snuck up on me again.  I have to make sure I reset all of my clocks.  I always forget one somewhere.  I haven't purchased batteries, let alone installed them in the smoke alarms.  I need to get groceries tomorrow.  Maybe I can buy batteries while I'm there.  And I'm going to have trouble getting my body used to the new schedule.  I get hungry at the wrong time of day, when I can't get something to eat.  I wish Daylight Savings Time would just go away.  It's more trouble than it's worth.

And then there's the huge "get past the panic" to-do list.  1.  I need to make an appointment to have the car fixed next week when we don't have any school.  2.  I need to make an appointment to apply for BadgerCare. Mom read an article that they're accepting caregivers, but on their website, they only cover parents.  If nothing else, I can get back on the reproductive health coverage.  3.  I need to go to the dentist.  One of my teeth hurts.  4.  I need to make an appointment to try, once again, :( to get the poor folks' clinic to do SOMETHING about my fibromyalgia.  Aside from the nutritionist (who had absolutely no idea what to do about it) the best I have been able to hope for from them is to be completely ignored.  At worst, I've been belittled and treated like a lying child.

And I can't forget that my dog needs to go to the vet tomorrow morning.  There was blood in her urine on Friday afternoon.  The vet's office was closed.  Their voicemail said they'd be open Saturday morning.  I took an hour off of work so I could bring her in.  They were open to people who wanted to buy food or medicine.  But they had neglected to mention on their voicemail that there are no doctors in the building on Saturday.  So I made an appointment for Monday morning.  I've had all weekend to wonder how long this has been going on, and how could I not have noticed?  I think I've finally calmed myself down.  Her urine has been darker than normal (honey-colored) for a few weeks, but who sees that and thinks blood?  But I'm still worried.  I'm glad the appointment is tomorrow.  I'm just not sure how I'm supposed to keep her from peeing before she sees the vet for a urinalysis.  She takes one whiff of the other dogs and goes right there.  I may have to try to run.  That ought to look funny.

And there is still the ever-present problem of our move.  I plan to spend my vacation  packing and moving.  Yee-hah!  What fun!  I've managed quite a bit, but there's still so much left to do, I have no idea how I'm going to ever get it finished!  Someday, I won't ever have to go back to the old house again.  And everything will be put away.  And I'll have a wonderful studio space.  Someday.