I finally got all the damned Social Security disability paperwork done. All 19 freakin’ hand-written pages of them. Ow.
Of course, now they’ll send me another big mess of them.
I also gave them a copy of the resume nobody usually sees, all ten pages of it going back to my first office job when I was 11-12 years old. And it doesn’t even include any volunteer work.
Sam took them with him and was going by the post office on the way to work.
He also had papers I had to send to Katie’s trustee, and, um, some insurance thing, and some other piece of paperwork that I’d been putting off.
But they are done!
And now there’s the waiting.
