I'm lonely, and tired, and grumpy.

Today I had to take my daughter with me to the dentist. The appointment was for me, not for her, but I'd scheduled it for 5pm because I assumed my wife would be around. So, I had to get off work early, pick up my daughter, and dragged her to the Dentist.

It generally went well. The ladies in the office thought she was wonderful and cute. Rose got to look in while I was having my teeth cleaned and got to see that it wasn't bothering Daddy. I need to bring her in for her own appointment, but we set it up for November because I still haven't gotten the insurance switched. I need to do that.

No one told me how much damn paperwork would be involved in having my wife die.

The social security folks want a bunch of paperwork from me to get possible money from Tammy's account. But as part of that they a) want a reply in 5 days (already past) and b) a copy of my marriage license. But you know, the copy I have is the original, and I just don't want to send it out. So I sent off some money for a certified copy. They can wait. I don't need that money that badly.

I don't really want any money. I just want my wife back.