Friday
I found the hotel at which I want to stay in Miami's South Beach. The question is how early I should book for Spring Break. That's a peak time for Florida.
I forgot to mention that I told my therapist that I told a colleague/friend that I had a therapy appointment and that I was going to dump my baggage from the Chicago trip, and my therapist said, "Just call me your porter!" I'm glad that I found this therapist. We click well.
Mom called with the info to order her an Uber for tomorrow. And she wants me to be awake at the time that the Uber is supposed to get there; so much for sleeping in. She had an issue with the billing for her prescriptions, but that got straightened out. She's wondering how to turn her driver's license over to the Secretary of State's office without a car.
Note to self: Potential move date is the week of December 19th.
Took a nap and slept through until morning. I set my alarm in case there was an issue with Mom's Uber, but she was already on route when I logged into Uber.