Which is just as well with me, that's getting too damn personal for my taste.

That's the reason I never participated before. Like, they don't really need to know what my cholesterol levels are, or how much I walk. I see a doctor regularly and I pay my health insurance premiums, that's really all I ought to have to do for their sake. But they kept raising the amount of the discount, until greed overcame my reluctance to share.

They only numbers they get at these screenings are weight, waist measurement, body fat measured by some weird electrical resistance thingie, and blood pressure. On the sheet that asked about medical conditions, I wrote "I discuss these things with my doctor", and they didn't even keep the sheet.

I am finding today not entirely satisfactory for a number of reasons. FTR

Individual info does not go our employer. My dr faxes directly to insurance and the website for questions and logging stuff is the insurance, not company.

Our smoking thing this year is a penalty, not a discount. So smokers get a $50/mo penalty. To get premium back to normal level they have to do the wellness stuff.

Mom went into the hospital Friday fir "symptoms" that ended being due to new medications. There was fluid and low potassium levels, so they kept her over the weekend and dad picked her up on Sunday. He didn't call me until just before he was ready to get her, which, honestly, I was grateful for. I would have spent the weekend worrying over what ended up being minor. But I still expected the phone call to go the way the one about Chris went initially. If nothing else, I'm going to start looking for a job closer to home because this distance is killing me.

ION, the goats are gone, the plants are gone, the art is gone, it's so bland now. Except not really, because the fall color at work is astounding. There's a spice bush by the service porch that's electric, the color is so intense. After such a dry summer, I'm amazed at how superb the fall color is. The monks hood is still blooming and the Amsonia is vibrant on the Perennial Border. Just stunning.

Timelies all!

Feh. I hate driving to and from work in the dark. At least my lab has big windows, so I can see the sun even if I'm not out in it.

Thunderstorm. And flash flood watch, but not in the immediate area. My coworkers are freaking out. It is unusual for these parts, but really, it's not that bad.

The people handling the rollover from my pension from a former employer are deeply stupid. I spent part of the day trying to track down money that was supposed to be rolled over today. They said that once the amount was "rolled over," they had no idea where it was. I had assumed it was done electronically, but noooo.

I got the mail and discovered that they sent a check made out to Brokerage Company, My 401K Account, to MY address by regular mail. I had, of course, given them the correct address. Now I have to mail it and worry some more. Do I feel like dealing with crap like this?

Ugh, Ginger. Also, that sounds familiar, I think I had a similar thing happen.

I still don't know if I'm supposed to vote tomorrow. There must be an easy way to find out, right?