Wednesday i had worried calls from Dad, therapy, and some stress from switching work tools. My iMac, which i bought for editing photos and rarely sit at, appears to be in some shadow of the wifi transmitter. After a frustrating video meeting i dug out an Ethernet cable and, zoom, all the bits started flooding my way.
Yesterday my sister, father and i met to make plans, and i apparently ran the meeting like a martinet. OK, that's me over-stating. We did get through resolving on next steps. It turned out that the place she is at had, at Dad's Wednesday request, sent the information needed over to the facility we would like her moved to. My Dad's expectation that things would be drawn out drove me a little nuts: it will be drawn out if we draw it out. He was going to make a more clear request for information to be set over today. He obviously doesn't recall the four hour turn around we had in early February between request to send information and receipt of the results. (Then a "no".)
I'm hoping that the slower response regarding the transfer is reflecting more consideration this time.
I felt stressed and unwell most of the day. I think tree pollen allergy season is at hand, and forgetting an antihistamine at night contributed to the sense of illness yesterday.
I have found a mystery series that i may enjoy reading in the library eBook collection, the Flavia de Luce Mystery Series. The sleuth is a 1950s-ish impoverished British aristocratic family's youngest daughter, with many tropes of the cozy British mystery with Sherlock Holmes like awareness of scientific detail and the inner life of a vengeful and precocious ten year old.