Coffee gives me the energy to deal with people☕️😏

Badger had therapy again today, which is turning into a weekly thing. 
She sent me an angry text asking if I could help her find a new therapist, because this one isn’t working out. 
From what I can tell, the therapist leans more toward meditation than anything else, and Badger isn’t connecting. 
I might be wrong, but I’m pretty sure this is only her third session. 
Her last therapist left, so she had to start over.

I had the whole morning at home with just the cats and dogs. 
They snoozed while I played on the computer. 
Then Badger called, and I ended up stuck on the phone with our insurance, trying to find her a new therapist outside Knoxville.

While I was on hold, Cowboy and Badger came home. 
Badger handed me a coffee from 60 Beans, and this time it was good. 
That place is hit-or-miss, and with their questionable sanitation, a decent cup is rare. 
I was drinking my “Buddy the Elf” coffee when the call ended out of nowhere, so fast I still had most of it left. 
I actually got to enjoy it instead of letting it water down while I fought with the insurance.

Heron is at his girlfriend’s, and before he left he asked us to put his cats up later and turn on the heat.
Heron had the pilot light on already, so all I had to do was turn it to “1” for the heat to kick in.
Propane heaters make me uneasy, and I’m a little afraid of them.
That part went fine, and I’m pretty sure all four cats were blinking at us from inside.
On Saturday, I think, we accidentally locked Meep outside on the catio.
Heron found her when he came home from work, around midnight.

The day moved along like it always does. 
Cowboy went to work, and Badger and Raven stayed in their rooms. 
I called the insurance company again because the list still hadn’t shown up. 
Neither of us could figure out what was wrong. 
I could see the email on my phone but couldn’t open the link, and on the desktop it didn’t show up at all. 
The representative finally enrolled me under my own account and showed me how to look up providers.

There’s a group in Jefferson City that has everything Badger said she needed. 
She wouldn’t reach out, said the office looked sketchy, and still insists Knoxville is the only place worth going. 
With Cowboy not driving well anymore, that just isn’t realistic. 
Badger will have to call ETHRA for a ride or let go of the idea that Knoxville is the only option. 
She’s 24 now. 
Autism or not, she’s an adult, and it’s time she understands what it means to have aging parents.

The evening dragged on. 
We watched our holiday tradition, “Emmett Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas,” and were halfway through a second movie when Badger paused to go to the bathroom and feed Smudge. 
The TV went black, so I figured she’d turned it off on her app. 
I hollered in, and she yelled back, “Nope, I didn’t turn it off,” and came running back to the living room.

We found out Raven had blown a fuse. 
He keeps that space heater running while he sleeps. 
I went in and woke him so he could turn it off, and his room was hot enough to make you sweat while the rest of the house was freezing. 
He went outside, flipped the breaker back on, and went straight back to bed.

Badger and I finally gave up on the movie. 
She got ready for bed while I finished the blog post. 
A book’s waiting, and crawling under warm blankets sounds like the right way to end the night.