I used to think that I was the kind of guy who didn’t like routine. I did like routine, I just didn’t like to admit it. We’ve been trying desperately to get back to our retirement routine and I thought I had it made, but no. Not to be.
We’ve had Chase Bank as financial advisors and out of the clear blue we find get a notice that our IRA account is being moved: to a firm we are unfamiliar with and people we don’t know. It looks like the last two days of being in home territory are going to be spent trying to figure out what this means to us. And that means I’ll be a bit pre-occupied; probably not writing.
As for Monday, we got a lot of errands run and got the last medical test finished; as long as we don’t get an unexpected call from the doctor saying something else needs doing we’re good to hit the road. The last of our shipments look like they’ll arrive before we leave. Drivers licenses perhaps not. sigh.
Bear with us… Soon enough we’ll be back to normal. Thanks for stopping by and I’ll talk with you again soon.