Untying the knot that only automation can tie is never easy. Am I communicating the problem(s) effectively to the Help Desk? It isn’t their fault. They’re trying, I know. This is not a big deal. No children will die if it’s never fixed. The whole thing is like a Church League softball game, where the players become engrossed in a triviality.

I went and bought a bunch of fruit today to replenish the fruit basket. It is key to weight management for me.

I had another attempt with the Company. They are trying. All they have to do is close the new account and reopen the old account.

But I am tired and lonely and sick of all the stuff that separates J and me. She likes her dopey childish The Bachelor. I can’t sit around downstairs hoping intimacy of any kind will return when the wall of TV is up.

Rant over.

Customer Service I just spent the morning on customer service calls. One company, in “updating” my account expunged everything on the old account, do I have no record before 0930 Eastern Time North America.

The other one I a d me on hold with the annoying music for over an hour. When I gave up and decided to leave a message, I was told their office was closed, even though I callefduring “business hours”.

I feel like I have spent the morning in a Green Acres episode, without Eva Gabor or Arnold Ziffel (The pig who watches TV.)

Time for AA.

J and I attended the 530 PM Vigil Mass Saturday Night. She had work today. I had basically a day to do nothing, as if I don’t have enough of those already.

I slept til about 700 AM, awoke, was up for about an hour, then slept some more. I went to AA. There is a small meeting I like on Sunday. When I returned home I fixed slow cooker chili, finally vacuumed the carpet, and cleaned the downstairs bathroom.

I meant to go swimming, got caught up in stuff, and did not. I am putting a lot of mental energy into meal planning and regaining control over what, how much and how often I eat. The more conscious I am about my habits now, the easier it becomes to adhere to them.

I am truly beginning to wonder if sugar is addictive or if sugar overconsumption is merely a difficult habit to break. I get so used to eating sugar. I use it to “reward” myself. I associate with good times, e.g. a birthday cake, Christmas cookies, Easter Candy, Valentine Candy, Hallowe’en Candy. Next thing you know there will be special candy for Columbus Day.

I’m sitting here really tired. J is home, upstairs, with the TV on. What else is new?

I could go up. I should. Maybe I will in a bit.