Hello All --

It is 4:30, and I am still in my jammies. Since I took over my finances from my mother and have to face my woeful financial situation, my stomach is acting up. I had bouts of cramps, etc., til 4 a.m. I try not to take too many pills to counteract this, so I waited until 2 a.m., and then it took another 2 hours for it all to settle down and me to get more than an hour sleep between bouts.

I made myself get up before 10 a.m., because I think that getting in a sleep-all-day, up-all-night schedule makes things worse. But I was pretty much out of electrolytes, woozy, and weak. I have a slight fever.

The woman who sold me the apartment chose to show up at 1 p.m. -- unannounced -- dressed to the teeth, to discuss a dispute we are having about damage she did to the unit during a week rent-back.

I was a little rude to her. She said, "Can I come in" and I said, "Why?" She and her real estate agent pushed me around a lot during the deal, and I didn't feel like having her in if she was going to get all assertive on me. Plus, there I am in my jams and old robe that has places the puppy chewed in it.

And then there are still the boxes and unpacking. So much stuff and no place to stash it all. Not even any closets to hide the crap in. I felt like the Bevelry Hillbillies.

As it turned out, she was most charming, and things are settled. But I still feel like a complete frump. This woman is 10 or more years older than I am, and I looked like granny and she looked like Ann-Margret.

Why should I feel guilty about being sick today? It's not like a sit around all day every day. On the other hand, it's not like I'm a whirlwind or productivity, either, at my best. And why should I care about her opinion?

Another thing I may be weird about -- workmen were outside in a cherry picker repairing damage from last year's hurricane season. The livingroom has a huge sliding door onto the patio. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, I shut the vertical blinds. I felt uncomfortable being in my LR, in my robe, in the middle of the PM, watching TV instead of being productive. It's not like they were looking in here or anything -- they were busy. But I felt uncomfortable.

Is it weird that I made an issue of inviting that woman in, and then shut my blinds so the workmen couldn't peer in?