It wasn't a bad fall, but that was in part because I sacrificed the bowl of Cheerios to be able to catch myself and not whack my head very hard on something cornered and unpleasant. I do not even slightly regret this choice. It's just that it means steam-cleaning carpet in an unscheduled sort of way. That's the thing about this stupid vertigo: people can see how it takes me longer if I need someone's arm when I'm walking around. They don't see how much it means extra work of cleaning the kitchen cabinets or the carpet, or going to buy another set of glasses because one has broken too many of the set one had, or like that -- and how those things in turn have to be done around the vertigo and take vertical time and energy. Ah well. At least the new clinic shows promise.
Last night we went to see a lawyer about wills and such. We'll have to go back in a bit to sign things and make them all official-like, but it was quick and painless. If you're local and don't know the name of a lawyer who does this sort of thing, I can tell you who we went to see, phone number and all. (Many of you who are local already know him, though, some quite well.) Far better to go through the slight hassle of establishing legal documentation while everyone is alive and well than to be hassled over it just when you have a rather large lot of other unpleasant things to think of.
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The tub people are very sure that they will be able to finish the project today. I believe them. It's already looking good to me, and my mom has confirmed her willingness to help paint in there. Robin's egg blue, most likely. Not this month for sure. They have been courteous and efficient work people, and I'm very pleased with them, and I will be very pleased to have them done.
And aside from the unexpected steam-cleaning, there will be the expected book-improving and the expected hotdish-making and the expected grocery delivery, and that's all going to be fine, I'm pretty sure. And that's what, today.