Given my last spout on simplifying life with conveniences, I thought I’d talk about another wonderful labor-saving device that entered our household recently: Roomba.
I, of course, didn’t buy it for myself. Why on earth would I pay $300 for years of peace of mind? That would be logical and realistic. I don’t do that.
Instead, a ridiculously generous relative took pity on me and, unasked, bought it as an anniversary gift.
I gotta say, it’s lovely. It’d be lovelier if we remembered to run it every day like you’re supposed to. I think we’re getting into a rhythm though. Part of that rhythm is me, horrified, showing Tim all the crap in the canister before I dump it .
But the Roomba itself is quite cute. It wanders around doing its thing. Other than having to turn up the TV a bit, it doesn’t impact us a bit. Well, except when it impacts our recliners.
The floors are much cleaner, my mind is more at ease, and the cats have a new thing to marvel at. Weirdly, six-pound Sandy — who once ran and hid when I dangled yarn on her head — barely reacted. She looked at it and went back to sleep. Patches, on the other hand, took her 13-pound self and dashed under the dining room table, where she monitored it warily the entire time it ran. She’s since relaxed a bit, but she’s still really alert when it’s on.
Other than that, my PCP is now officially refusing to prescribe my energy meds. Even after I said I would take Provigil ($70 more a month). Everyone seems convinced that my psychiatrist would prescribe it. He would not. Strangely, a psychiatrist doesn’t like to give out drugs for non-mental health conditions. Go fig.
I dashed off a slightly ranty letter to the grievances department. I doubt it’ll do anything, but it made me feel better. In the meantime, I realized a rheumatologist would be the next logical step. Since, ya know, they deal with things like chronic fatigue. I called my doctor today asking for a referral.
Oh, and apparently I’ve lost all sense of time. I realized on the 17th that the next day was the 18th — I was an honors student! — which is when our credit card payment was due. It got paid, but just barely.
Not so for taxes. I realized this morning that the 19th is, in fact, two days later than the 17th. (Honors student!) Quarterly taxes were due on the 17th.
I don’t know where my head’s at, exactly, but I hope it at least sends me a postcard.
So today will be spent getting my taxes out — and making payments on a couple of things which, not shockingly are overdue. (Apparently the 10th has already gone past, too. Who knew?) Luckily, those bills come from places that won’t charge us late fees.
I’m off to download documents from the IRS. Don’t envy me; green just isn’t your color.