E-H-C-U-O-M-A-R-A-C-S! E-H-C-U-O-M-A-R-A-C-S!

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That is not to be confused with my reverse S-C-H-A-D-E-N-F-R-E-U-D-E entry from the other day, but is rather a tribute to the fact that this week's gorgeous full moon seems to be exuding the opposite of Freddie Mercury Retrograde.

The following evidence is just from today.

Since I had a cancellation of a hearing today, I set out to use the time to go to Rochester, drop off Eleanor's not-quite-mostly-dead laptop, file a few things there, and get home long before she finished her 1:30-7 day at Wegmans.  By mid-morning, things were already hiccupping with amazing speed.

A routine check of our bank balance showed that we didn't have enough in our account for me to get gas for the trip and get the two prescriptions I needed, one of which had completely run out the day before without me noticing. Turned out the cause was a certain behemoth corporation (which rhymes with "Rears Sawbuck") having double-charged us for not fixing our dishwasher yesterday. Really; the discrepancy in the account was exactly the amount of yesterday's charge, which I'd posted once, but Sneers Buttfuck had decided to post twice.  I called them, and all they could do was promise to create a "case," which would likely result in my "money" being "returned" within 24-48 hours. Seems a little slow, since they managed to get both "charges" out within seconds the other day.  Fortunately, Other Bank had made funds from a Monday deposit available sooner than I expected, so I withdrew and deposited enough to cover the "error" until they "get around" to it.

Not long after, we discovered that Other Bank, another local institution with dozens of local branches and the trustee of Eleanor's Health Savings Account, had no ability to accept a deposit of the money needed for Emily's wisdom tooth surgery on Friday. Their only advice was to overnight a check to them- at their westernmost branch office in Wisconsin. If they tell me that they're going to hold the check for three days because Wisconsin considers my office check (from the same bank) to be "out of state." you'll be reading about me in Thursday's papers- likely with mug shots attached.

Why Thursday's papers, you ask?  Because the surgery isn't Friday, as we'd brainfartedly expected it to be, but Thursday. As in day after tomorrow, as in day after, we hope the money for the surgery actually arrives in the account designated to pay for it.  THAT info came in a Kall from the Kid around 11:something. She wanted us to know the surgery was being moved back half an hour or so on Thursday morning. Not Friday, when we thought it was, but Thursday. Which means that check had damn better be cleared and in the account by the time she goes under the novocaine in under two days.

I could not share this strange fact with Eleanor, because she'd gotten a call, an hour or so before, wondering where she was. Turned out they had her scheduled for a Ludicrous Speed shift of 10:30 a.m. to 7 p.m. today, because of the large number of absent employees who actually take the week after Easter off from work. So she'd flown out in record time before we got this news about the change/not change in the kid's surgical schedule.

Things hiccuped apace for both of us after that. I got to my office to secure a UPS envelope and mail label for the check's trip to Wisconsin, but forgot the check. I also forgot our debit card, much needed for gas for the day's drive but also a Pier One purchase I volunteered for, and had no idea until close to 6 p.m. whereTF that was. She, meanwhile, was stuck at work dealing with no fewer than two pairs of customers who were threatening to come to blows with each other.

I won't even talk about the court clerk who got chippy about the contents of a document which I'd filed, without objection, at least a dozen times in the past dozen years. Suffice it, we both got home, relatively solvent, relatively sober, and extremely happy to be in each others' company after a Retrogradial kinda day.  The kid comes home tomorrow, and will be healing 48 hours from now. And if that all sounds like too much complaining, I have only two words for you:

Bismillah, no!