Time for something different

I have read a lot of fluff over the past month. I think I reached my limit, because this is what I picked up to read next. 

It's not totally random because I'm teaching a literature class this fall and it is one of the few books on the list I haven't read. 

I do realize that I move between extremes much of the time. It's not really a new thing, and I'm more amused by the often odd juxtapositions than anything.

However, after another thirty minute (or possibly more) phone call to get these three well child visits to happen, I may need to press pause on Moby Dick and read one more fluffy mystery. I've been keeping track, and I am at well over two hours of phone calls for what should be simple appointments.

This afternoon, when the person I was talking to mentioned (again) that it had been a long time since these three children were seen, I finally said, "You probably don't mean it to come across this way, but every time you say that, it certainly comes across as though you are saying I am a negligent parent." Of course, she back tracked immediately, but it was such a conditional back tracking it was difficult to take terribly seriously.

And for the record, the "long time" was in 2021. You know, two years ago. For healthy children. I did point out that it didn't seem necessary to add more medical appointments to my schedule for healthy children when I spent so much time with specialists. Poor J. has had so many words spewed at him tonight over this. 

I think I'm going to go find that fluffy mystery right now.