1. I worked some overtime this week. Unheard of! My self-reliant boss is on crutches this week and has needed just a bit of additional help.
2. We had leftover taco soup (which is a lot like chili) a few days ago. I also had a half package of ground beef, a package of tortillas, and some grated cheese that needed using up. So I decided to combine everything into a an easy enchilada casserole.
3. I think I've mentioned this before, but here goes. When Carey retired in December, he had enough vacation built up to be on his employer's books till the end of the year. But without warning, they did not do things that way. They paid him for his vacation time (eventually after much argument on Carey's part that it was due him), and they also ended our medical insurance, without any mention to us, as of the 10th of the month. I only learned about it when a medical provider called me to tell me a claim had been rejected, and that coverage ended on the 10th which he advised me was extremely unusual. I was, of course, squeezing in appointmets before year's end, so panicked. That particular provider told me that we were not at fault, so they would be writing off the charges for the 3 visits (God bless them!). That still left another specialist's charges.
Thankfully, I phoned my employer's HR Dept for advice on how to approach the situation. Since I had signed up for medical insurance through them to start in January, and Carey was within their number of days since his life-change event (retirement), they made our medical retroactive to December 14.
The specialist invoice arrived last week. Several hundred dollars was billed, but the insurance decreased that to just $58, which I happily paid on Friday.
And, in case you are curious, I did phone the other provider and gave them the new insurance information to resubmit; but was assured again that it wasn't my fault, they plan for a certain percentage of loss, and since it had already been written off, they were not resubmitting. (God bless them!)
4. Finished my library books.
5. I was late for a doctor appointment on Friday and got pulled over for speeding. I pulled over in a safe spot for him to exit his vehicle and approach mine, and I had my license and registration ready to hand him. The officer asked me if I knew how fast I was driving, 'Fifty plus miles per hour.' Did I know what the posted speed limit was? 'Thirty-five.' He thanked me for my honesty, and gave me a warning. (God bless him!)
Luck has been with you. I could use a few days like that myself.
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