am on the 3:46pm train home. just got the call from gigglemom that her insurance is booting her out of the rehab center. so I am on my way to pick her up now. at least I got 85% of my work done today- tomorrow will finish... going into work tomorrow. I guess this works out well.
gotta run home first, pick up her portable oxygen tank, pick up her Rx from the pharm, then go haul her outta rehab (i still like making her sound like she's hooked on meth by saying "rehab")
then I have to hit the foodstore, get some stuff into the house so she's not starving when I leave her home alone...
and I have to watch big brother tonight.
I just ate my lunch at 3pm (a fat off unfriendly penne chicken black olive green peppers alfredo. and now I feel ill.
going to pass out on train since I fear tonight may be a late one.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
