Ron came back from Walmart, furious with me for changing his Part D medical plan. His out of pocket went way up, or so he claims, and he demanded that I fix it.
We were on the phone for well over an hour to get him re-enrolled in his old plan. We had a letter that invited him to rejoin the plan, but the customer service people were unprepared for this. At first they refused, then treated him like a new customer. I hope it was all worth it.
It’s 2:25 am. Lizzie woke me after a trump.
Our roofer agreed to add us to his plow list and dropped by to figure out where we should park the vehicles. Unfortunately, there’s a concrete block near the front door in exactly the wrong spot for parking the truck, but I did what I could.
Ron is out of Tramadol. I can’t believe it.
Was able to make an appointment for Mass Save energy audit in February.
Got confirmation that our plumbers can remove and discard the hot water heater.
I unpacked and hung up our coats and my closet clothing. What a job! So happy to see my winter coat. Did another laundry.