Ok, so it’s October 1st. The Federal Government has effectively shut down. Open enrollment for the ACA has started, but the website isn’t working. In fact, until about 11:00am this morning, the MA iteration of the website didn’t even reflect that open enrollment for people looking for ACA healthcare effective 1/1/14 had begun.
All of the heavy rain we have experienced in the Greater Boston area recently seems to have reproduced the problem that Kelly and I had last October.
Yeah, that problem.
This is a passage from 1 Thessalonians I’ve always liked. (NSRV). I’ve tweaked it a little to reflect our current circumstances.
Rejoice always, 17 pray work without ceasing, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 19 Do not quench the Spirit.
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Tonight it took two hours, a bus, and a taxi to get me from my front door to Mission church where I was singing a Holy Thursday Service (that’s Maundy Thursday to you non-Catholics out there). Normally it’s a 45 minute trip at most. Now things are about to get worse.
As it happens with these things, Geoff and I were approved for Commonwealth Care. We picked Neighborhood Health Plan, paid our premiums, and promptly got screwed over in every way imaginable. Before you click through to read the rest, know this. This isn’t a screed against Obamacare or Socialized Medicine, I am a fan of those things. This is a screed against incompetent people, those who don’t want to do their jobs, and corporations that put their bottom line over the health of individuals and, in this case, possibly thousands of people.
Today was my first day off after 11 straight days of work. Why, yes, I am tired.
Yesterday was a long day. I worked a day shift and then got home in time to make myself some food, check out my new health insurance on the internet (thank you, Commonwealth Care!) and then get ready for my concert and leave to walk there. As I locked up the house I remember the distinct feeling that the deadbolt caught a little strangely when I locked it. More on that later.
I have not talked about my jobs in a while, and I wanted to let people know how they were going.
They are going quite well.
It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.