Saturday, January 12, 2013
The nighttime low got into the teens here last night. I know everybody back east is going to snicker, but it's rare here in California, even in winter.
I am trying very hard to get past the notion that weekend breakfasts MUST include pork products and copious amounts of cheese, but it's difficult. It almost feels like I'm breaking a rule or something. Right now I'm having a bowl of Weetabix cereal with hot milk and (just a little) butter. I do have to admit, the hot whole wheat porridge the cereal disintegrated into IS very comfort-food feeling.
Earlier this week I cleaned all the spoiled food from my fridge. I swear, there was stuff in there I think could talk. One thing I had was a carton of ricotta that had gotten shoved to the back. As I was about to toss it, I looked at the expiration date. It still has almost a week and a half to go! So it'll get eaten and not wasted (which is great, since I love ricotta). Score!
I'm back on the "nice list" at work, but it's come at a price. The replacement my boss hired to take over my A/R has absolutely NO medical billing experience. So for the foreseeable future I continue to have to do both jobs while he trains. I had so looked forward to getting rid of the A/R! So on top of the payment posting yesterday, I was back on the phone wrangling with insurance companies who talked total nonsense. Remember that old commercial? "My name Peggy. Vaht is problem, please?" I am not exaggerating, that's exactly what it's like.
Oh, well. I'm enjoying my coffee right now, and I'm spending some quality time with my guys today while I work on the afghan I'm knitting and doing (a few) chores (maybe).