Monday morning

I didn't sleep well last night and have been battling a horrific depression all day.  I got us ready and we went to work. 

I do have to say the rides are much more reliable now.  They are always on time and nearly always a straight trip.  I am trying to be positive.  Ron refused to wear a mask which I'm sure will garner comments. 

But he feels he is ready to die if it is his time. 

I had problems with my glasses sliding down my face, and, when I got home, put on the spare and they are much better for vision and staying on my face.  I will take both pair to get adjusted when things get back to normal. 

I also gave Torbie her medication and she licked it off.  But the wound is very small now and looks great.  I didn't want cat gore all over the blog but I might put up a link to a photo. 

By the way, here's a Spotty, I found in in the April album. 

I like how he matches the chair. 

Here is Torbie if you are interested.  https://photos.app.goo.gl/P37pBQtG1PeAJ8Xm8  It was a lot bigger last week but the vet knew what she was doing. 

So we went to work and sales are dead, I don't have any inventory or money and I wonder why I'm depressed?  I spent it all on repairs and it will be a month at least before I get it back. 

So, depressing.  And Ron didn't want to work so he sat off in the hall, he did a little stocking later but I did most of it. 

We came home, I am depressed, I am tired.  Now Ron has been calling the pain doctor repeatedly asking for more medication, it has been months since he went in but he has just had a bad run of pain lately. 

I took a nap, asked him to be quiet, he was for about an hour and then Chuck called.  Chuck was getting all his food, and all his attention, from the Denny's, which is no longer open dining.  So he is having fits over that.  Wanted to gossip with Ron which was fine EXCEPT Ron had got into the vodka and was very loud talking.  So I got up, got dressed. 

Ron's other line went so he switched over, talked for a minute and they asked to talk to me.  It was the pain doctor, they figured out Ron couldn't help.  They wanted a phone payment so they could put in the prescription.  I got out the debit card, we only use mine for things like that to minimize damage.  It was not much but I like to THINK of it as my money.   Ron will give it back to me when he can. 

I did feel better rested and less depressed. I checked the mail, the electric bill.  OK.  $60 we will pay that we have to, with what I don't know but we will do it.  I can also get Ron's refill when I go in.  I am trying to stay home but stuff like this forces me out.  I will wear a mask. 

I have a couple of the paper ones I rotate, one a week.  I figure by the time I get back to Zero all the germs have died off, then I can move to One and Two as time passes.  It seems to be working for me. 

Everyone at work has a mask.  I don't like them from a social perspective.  I completely understand we all HAVE to do this.  I just wish I could see people smile.  Especially when I am already depressed. 

I am debating using the paper masks until they wear out, or buying some cloth ones.  I can get a set of 12 for $30 which is a better deal than I have heard anywhere.  But I would like to spend my money on fun things if at all possible. 

Don't we all wish we could spend every penny on fun things?  [sigh]  I am just not positive today. 

Anyway, I put a frozen candy bar in the mail box for the mail lady, and threw #6's soccer ball back over the fence.  I thought it was funny one day they kicked a volleyball over the fence, someone apparently bought it not understanding it's purpose.  This was a "proper" ball, and easy enough to spot out my window. 

Torbie is stretched out next to me sleeping on the couch.  A lot of the cats like to do that, sit next to me as I work.  Quality time is my love language so that works for me, too.