After I attended the funeral for a sweet friend yesterday morning, I came home and took a six-hour power nap.
Good thing I decided to get up today. I had two phone calls before 8:30 AM.
One was someone telling me she "can't help at church tomorrow," because she got a chance to go sailing on the Chesapeake Bay. Who can blame her? Well, me, I can blame her, but really, I'm sure everyone else sees her side. Fine friends you all turned out to be. Harrumph.
I've told several other people that I had enough folks to help me with the task of cleaning the church kitchen top to bottom, so they don't need to bother themselves. Now, I have to think about whether or not to call one of them to see if they can still offer their services. Sometimes I think I'm better off doing these things by myself.
The other call was AT&T. My bill is automatically paid by being billed to my VISA. Something happened in the "auto" part starting in July. Well, not something. My card was "compromised". As in: some bank somewhere in the world had their system hacked into and my card number was one of thousands which was stolen. So new card, new number equals no payment to AT&T. I thought that the credit union was going to handle transferring any automatic payments to the new card number. Silly me. That's what guy told me when I went into the credit union. He had nice eyes though. That's all that counts. Look good, say anything. You'll get away with it.
Good news is that dddragon and I will be working together today at the church, painting the mural that she designed. That will be pure fun. For me. Probably just work for her.
You won't believe this, since I'm a Unitarian, but I have not had coffee yet. Unitarians worship the coffee god. I'm off to pay homage.