Well.  It’s official.  I can’t keep going the way I am since Metlife is taking so long each time to approve my claims.  My landlord has been very kind in woring with me but his patience is running thin.  My dad has been very good about giving me money for food, but he can’t continue to do that either.  

So I am going to have to move in with him at the end of this month.  This is not the ideal situation for me.  He lives in the middle of nowhere.  Ok, in the country and 15 minutes away from 2 towns.  But I’ve lived in Peoria for 10 years now and this is going to be a major adjustment.  Another thing is that whenever we’ve talked about it, he’s been adamant that Lolli be in the garage.  I have been just as adamant that this is NOT acceptable.  So we’ll see how that goes.  I remembered that when my brother was living there, he let my cat in the house and fell asleep.  So my cat peed in my old room in the basement.  I’m hoping I can convince him to let me put Lolli in that room since a pet has already kind of ruined the carpet.   She will have to be in her pen all the time anyways.  So we’ll see.  

I’m still processing all this.  And it doesn’t help that my back doesn’t seem to be getting any better.   So yeah.  Blah.