That's good to know, Kat.

Not all facilities are price gouging for profits.

True, although I'm still unhappy that the non-profit ALF was sold to a for-profit chain a year ago. They laid off all the management staff I had relationships with, and since then the staff has changed out even more. I have no idea who I'm supposed to talk to about anything anymore.

Great, I had a bunch of paperwork to do, and my printer has died. Why is it that the one piece of technology I use the least gives me the most trouble? I gave up and ordered a small home laser printer that will scan. Such a damned pain in the ass.

Gah. I spent a bunch of time today straightening out an order worth less than .2% of one day's sales plan, and even more time going the wrong direction on a project. Though I guess that did eventually lead me to what I hope will be a better way. Still, a lot of effort not going much of anywhere.

She didn't want to live with family because she had taken care of elderly relatives when she was younger and didn't want to make anyone else do that.

My mom felt the same way. And she still ended up dying at home, after about a year and a half of mostly family taking care of her, which was hard on everyone. (Hospice provided some help in the last few months.)

One of my book group friends recently moved into a senior co housing facility. It's great! Her place is a bright, open one bedroom apartment. There are common areas for people who want to dine together or do crafts, as well as guest rooms they can reserve for when family comes to town. They're across the street from a senior center, on a ton of bus routes to shopping and doctors, and an easy walk from theaters and bars. I'd move in with her tomorrow if I qualified (age and money-wise).

I could use some looking after myself, but I neglected to supply myself with any useful relatives.

My mom was adamant about only leaving her house feet first, but some of that was because of her cats. I know some facilities allows pets these days, but I doubt any would take five cats, two of whom like to pee on things. She didn't quite manage feet first, but was only in the hospital that last time for a few days. So she came close.

huh, I changed my tagline yesterday, and it didn't stick. I wonder if I managed to click away without saving.

What if it's a sign that I picked a bad tagline?

Phew, it stuck that time. The board approves of Hamilton.

I neglected to supply myself with any useful relatives.

Yep. We'll see where the world is in 20 years. Senior communes may yet become a thing. Or Buffista Acres will be a thing and I'll move there.

I am so over today. Work craziness, car with blown out tire still not fixed and won't start now so it's being towed to the dealer, airports are stupid, flights are too close together, and I've had a turkey sandwich, bag of pretzels, bag of peanuts, and two Biscoff cookies today. The evening promises to be better but the cranky is strong right now.

I hope you make it to your better evening without too much more aggravation, Maria. That all sounds pretty aggravating.