The O2 Delivery

I'm up because Kara's oxygen is coming. They said they would deliver it today. First it was this afternoon. Then this evening. Then the driver was running late, and it would be between 11:00 and 12:00. PM. After dark. At night.
So I'm up. Barely. My eyes are tired, and I want to take my contacts out so my eyes will stop burning. I can't, though. I didn't put them in today.

At least she knows how to turn on Curious George by herself now. At 6:30. When she gets up. Tomorrow. Which starts in eight minutes.
(sigh)
Update: It's 12:36, and there is no sign of any delivery. I don't have a number to call. I am finished with my vigil. I'm glad there's half a case of carbonated, caffeinated contraband in the trunk. I'm going to need it when the sun comes up. I'm going to bed.
Update 2: It is now 1:05, and there is extra oxygen in my house. All it took was going to bed.
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