Getting things done

americanstd is in court all day, so I've taken advantage of being alone in the house to attack my "to-do" list.

I need to talk to a doc about my Paxil prescription and my right index finger, onto which my M-16 fell hard when I slipped on the badly-done gravel in Bagram. americanstd thinks the bone might be cracked. Certainly it shouldn't be swollen a month later. So I've made a doctor's appointment, which leads me to....

...Going to the VA. I have paperwork in order to file for any benefits. Dropping an M-16 onto my finger counts as something they want to have on file. OK.

I'm still tidying up the house. It's not dirty but it's definitely cluttered and rumpled, and I have the problem of having to sort things for disposal in a very small area. I've cleared out three garbage bags of unused clothing already.

Finally, I'm ready to start working again so I'm reading a book on bankruptcy law for paralegals so I can go to Steve's office and keep it open when he isn't there. So off to make some tea and resume doing that.