January 9th, 2019

Paul Neyron rose 2

Wednesday

I worked.

The new home health agency aide didn't appear.  Apparently her car was broken down, and she was fired for not giving six hours notice(?).  B. wanted me to work for however many umpteen days in a row.  I told him to line up an aide from where he and R. live.

I rescheduled the appointment I'd been too sick to get to on Monday.

After I got home, I got together the library books I had that were due that day.  Mom and I dropped the books off at the library and went to Walmart.  I had an early dinner, and then lay down for a while.

Later, I texted a bit with A. about the last few days of craziness with B. and R.