Dream last night that I was back living at honey's and there was an entire wing to the house that he'd never noticed before, a sunken sun room with a bedroom attached. It was an absolutely beautiful room, and he was so surprised and happy it was there, because he wanted to move my son-in-law there, so SIL could finish his college degree. I remember wondering how in the world did he not see the room until now, after living there for 15 years, and why in the world would he move SIL in?

In real life, he and I discussed Medicare last night, as he is 2 months out from turning 65. His health insurance from his employer is paid 100% (which he never uses) and he just assumed that was how it would continue until he retired. I encouraged honey to confirm this. On three separate occasions. Over several months. So he finally did yesterday and it turns out he will not receive insurance through his employer. Instead, his employer will raise his pay to cover the Medicare premiums. So this means honey will have to wade through endless policies with no knowledge of what to choose because he never goes to the doctor. He mentioned something about going to a broker. I fear I will be the one who will be that broker. ​I fear he will want to choose the cheapest policy instead of planning for the future issues which he doesn't ever think about because he is reactive, not proactive. Because he thinks since he doesn't go to the doctor, he is healthy. He says he doesn't need prescription drug coverage because he doesn't take any medication. He lives in this nonsensical fantasy world. I don't take medicine because I don’t go to the doctor, and because I don't go to the doctor I am, therefore, healthy. One of these days his untreated high cholesterol, untreated high blood pressure, pack a day smoking, no follow-up to a positive Cologuard (all confirmed at a physical I made him do 10 years ago in lieu of my receiving a bday gift) and/or swollen lymph node is going to rebel. And he'll be stuck with a shitty Medicare policy. All because he doesn't think he can spare a day off from work to take care of his personal life.

Can I just say, the whole Medicare sign-up scares the shit out of me? And that honey's neglect of his health pisses me off? I'm already feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation and I don't even qualify yet. I even tried to walk it off this morning and failed.

Speaking of walking, it was 36F this morning, but it actually smelled like spring this morning. More humid and smelling of wet soil. I love that smell. Anyway, the walk was ruined by two geese blocking the sidewalk on the last leg of my walk. I hate geese. There was too much traffic for me to go in the street, so there we stood in a face-off. One started to back off and head to the wetland, but the other was reluctant to do so and kept staring at me. Finally there was a break in traffic and I went into the street to go around them. As I passed, I glanced sideways at them, only to see the stubborn one hissing at me, its forked tongue bright red in its open evil beak. I hate geese.

That dept at work I had issue with last month was unstaffed again by 4pm yesterday. Absolutely ridiculous. Work is stressing me out.

And I'm mad because I will miss the No Kings Rally on Saturday, which is a 10-minute bus ride from me, and which now BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN will appear. All for my granddaughter's bday party in which my SIL's family which overwhelmingly outnumber my family 19 to 5, will all speak Hmong and leave me out of any conversation.

I guess it's just going to be a bad day.