[Picking up now that I’m finally at work.]
Because of an accident on the Brookwood Interchange, I chose to go up I-75 this morning, of course I ran into shitty traffic as soon as I hit I-285. My commute this morning took me an hour.
I’m bummed because I now don’t have time to write about hearing of
Beasley’s (did I spell that right, ITP-Reader Betsy?) Weasley’s return home, my lament about missing the farmers market as well as last night’s Sleeper Agent show at The Basement (I was just too tired), nor the near heart attach that I suffered when I opened the bill from Piedmont Hospital to see that my surgery cost $15,800 (I’m waiting to see how much of that my health insurance covers and regardless it looks as if I’ve hit my deductible for the year!). What I was really hoping to do was to dissect the bill — which is itemized — and highlight the amazingly high, and absurd costs, of things related to health care. Perhaps I’ll do this on Monday.
Hope to see many of you tomorrow at ITP-Readers Steve’s and Debbie’s. I’ll be the exasperated one on the fancy-pants bicycle.