After breakfast, I organized a big stack old old bank statements and brokerage reports. I don't know why I save these things so long, but it's a habit. After I got everything in the proper manila envelope, I turned my attention to a smaller stack of unopened mail. Whenever I sort through the junk mail pile, I inevitably find a few unpaid bills. Usually these are medical bills and most of the time they are a mistake. My secondary insurance is supposed to pick up the charges that my primary insurance doesn't pay, but frequently things aren't submitted correctly. Usually a few phone calls takes care of the problem. The reason that these bills wind up in the junk mail pile in the first place is that the healthcare industry is a huge source of junk mail. The older you get, the more of this type of mail you get.
I didn't make it to the gym today because I managed to think of three or four good excuses why I didn't need to go. My jaw continues to hurt, so I didn't want to do any cardio exercises that would raise my heart rate and cause me to start bleeding again. I had to burn some CD's for a client which took a lot longer than it should have, mostly because I had a bad batch of blank discs. I even considered going to a local car show that was being held down in the park today, but decided to just wash my own car instead. I used to love going to this annual British car show, but like the home tour a few weeks ago, seeing immaculately restored and preserved things just depresses me now. How do these people find the time to keep all their stuff so nice and pretty when my own stuff is falling apart?
I've got another photo shoot tomorrow. It's not actually a new job, just a continuation of the assignment I started last week. I think I'll take a different camera this time. The camera I took last week got confused by the mixture of incandescent, fluorescent, and LED lights. I never could get the white balance quite right. I could have took strobes for more consistent lighting, but it would have taken away from the spontaneity. Maybe all I need is a different camera.
I should probably call the dentist tomorrow. I've just about finished all my meds and my jaw still hurts. I don't know whether I've got a dry socket, or whether I'm just being a big baby. I kind of thought the pain would have completely gone away by now, but it hasn't. This is what happen when you only go to the dentist once a decade. I just don't know what to expect.
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