REALLY??

This is my first day in a long time where I had complete control over what I did. I wasn't visiting anyone, I didn't have any appointments, I didn't have to drive anyone anywhere, and the one party I was to attend was too far away and the weather was supposed to be stormy. I didn't ride my bike because it was so cold and my knees have been a little quirky since my last ride. I don't think I have been as conscientious about warming up and cooling own as I should be, especially considering my age. I know that if I mess up my knees, they'll never be 'right' and I will struggle with exercise for the rest of my life. So today I didn't ride; instead, I did Pilates in the evening. I need to do the Pilates more anyway because it is the only exercise that flattens my stomach and keeps any semblance of a waistline on me. Left only to bike riding, my body starts looking weird, sort of like a barrel with no backside. I sat around in my bathrobe until almost noon. I went outside and cut roses for the kitchen table-----in my bathrobe. There is something so precious about being able to control my time. I wonder if that is something common to people who have to work. This afternoon I tackled the dreaded pile of filing. I cleaned up my filing drawer, rehung the guides and the existing files, and then I was all ready to file the papers that had been stacking up for over six months. There is still more filing to do, but I am feeling victorious. The files should be all put away by Thanksgiving. How exciting!

Yesterday was payday again. My attorney had submitted the necessary paperwork for Bill to be paid his money twice a month instead of on the first of every month. The secretary put a note in my mailbox saying she had my paycheck. When I picked it up, it was small again. I thought, "WHAT???" I looked on the stub. They had taken another payment out for Bill!!! So, whoever got the new order, didn't read the fine print that said the two payments a month should start on December 1. Now I have paid Bill $3750 for the month of November. Will I ever get that extra $1250 back? Not a chance.

I called my attorney and told him what had happened. He told me to call the person in charge of payroll at the district. I called the person, a guy with a really unusual name, Rsk Rsk. I left a message on his phone at 10:00 a.m. He didn't call back. I called again at 2:30, still no answer. I almost feel sorry for him when he finally has to talk to me. I am losing my patience with this whole payroll warrant thing. When Bill's attorney takes my deposition on December 9, I'm going to ask him what the HELL he was trying to do when he went and had the spousal support payments taken out of my payroll. I will also tell him that I will be asking that my attorney's fees for undoing that screw-up be charged to Bill. I am angry. This all was unnecessary.

At this point in time, I have been 'celibate' for six months. All of a sudden, this has become a physiological challenge. I hope it's just a phase I am going through. I don't have a big sex drive. After all, I'm almost sixty. On the other hand, though, I have been continually sexually active for over thirty five years. I had no problem with this predicament until a few days ago. Now I don't know what to do. In time, I am sure, I will get used to this. Right now it's a little tough.