my mom

[Drunk Monk]

I don't think this is a game you want to win although you do seem to be in the running.

Yes, you are right there.  When things settle down, he and I are going to get drunk together.  He's been planning this trip to Spain and I've been advising him.  He has dual citizenship and was asking me which passport to use.  That question I couldn't answer.

So today is a telecommute day. It's gloomy outside, sprinkling off and on.  I'm juggling various errands and working on some writing. My mom goes through periods of gasping in pain to resting quietly, reading, working on puzzles or napping.  I'm in the living room, listening to my folk's old magnavox, and writing.  

Today was garbage day.  Svale has these ridiculous garbage cans that separate into two sections, like one for landfill and another for table scraps and one for paper and another for recyclables.  One can divided into two sections.  I just watched them pick one up and dump it all into the same bin in the truck.  What is the point of that?  Svale garbage nazis.

I picked up some lidocaine patches for my mom. The scripts are 5%, regulated and not covered by our insurance, and cost $300+ for a month's supply.  The OTC are 4% and cost about $10 for 5 patches.  American pharmacy and insurance is so stupid.