1.  I got a refund check from the lab that’s been screwing up my insurance for the last 8 months.  Now, granted, I feel like they owe me this money for the grief they’ve caused me, but I don’t think I actually overpaid them, since I haven’t actually sent them any money since this whole thing started.  Don’t know whether to cash the check or not, but it was nice getting a check instead of a bill for a change.

2.  My darling mother sent me a pack of the coziest, softest socks I’ve ever felt, along with a note that warmed my heart.  Can’t wait to have a day off to wear my new fuzzy socks around the house!  THANK YOU, MOM!

3.  There’s a big fan outside our bedroom, pulling up CO so that the neighbors (and we) don’t die of CO poisoning.  So, grateful for, you know, not dying in our sleep, but also that they have already ripped up every bit of rippable street, so there won’t be any more 11:30pm excavating!  Yay for Con Edison!

4.  Glad I have an appointment this morning.  Sucky 24 hours, and I want reassurance that everything’s ok.  Also want to pump his receptionist for a big old list of recommendations, because I don’t feel capable of vetting a new specialist on nothing more than internet recommendations, damnit.

5.  Still sleeping like a champ, despite the recent additions to my stress levels.  Granted, my definitions of ‘sleeping like a champ’ have changed somewhat over the last few years.  Used to be, if I didn’t get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, I felt justified in being a complete bitch the next day.  Then I married the Boy, who gets by on the amount of shut-eye he gets in blinking throughout the day.  Then I started fucking with my hormones.  Then I developed the “need to pee every hour and a half after dark” pg symptom.  Then I discovered the joys of open-ended insomnia.  So basically, when I say I slept like a champ, I mean that even though I was up every hour & a half, I got back to sleep almost immediately.  I’ll take it.