It's okay CG. Sometimes it is difficult to express one's attitude in the proper manner it was meant with just the printed word and in lacking facial expressions. Perhaps someday there will be forum in real time, other than Skype whereby we can exchange conversations with facial expressions. I am one of those folks who can find humor in the most serious situation. (Don't ever take me to a funeral.) You will notice that when a member will post a most difficult situation for them, (illness, pain, etc.) I don't respond only because I manage to find the humor in their problem. It would be my first and most inappropriate response. So I keep my mouth shut and fingers still.
For the past couple of weeks since this snafu came to light over the medical coverage, I had visions of me walking around a large room saying to folks sitting at computers, "Coffee, tea, Valium? Coffee, tea, suicide kit? Coffee, tea, murder kit?"
I am glad you found a solution to your problem. And I do hope our government gets this mess straightened out. I am just one of the wacky folks who refuse to get depressed or very upset with life.
Um, we were headed to Himself's folks to spend Thanksgiving with them. Mighty breezy in the car!
I also have a place I don't want to be this afternoon. At the surgeon's office for a consultation. It is for my gall bladder and possible surgery. Because of my heart, hopefully he will be reluctant to do the surgery.
You might like my stupid human trick I did (unintentionally!) to Himself when we were driving my van to our daughter last January. When we had to go over details of something I hopped into his car since it had heated seats (we were traveling in single-degree temps that year too). When trying to turn on the passenger reading light, somehow I managed to open the vent position on his sunroof. Since his inside cover is manual we didn't realize it was open. He could not figure why he could not get the car warmed up...until our next stop. That's when he noticed the roof vented.CG's "Mighty breezy in the car!" reminded me of my first car. It was a 1972 Chevy Nomad, a station wagon. I bought it for $200 in 1979. It was rusty. It was breezy all the time in that car. It was so rusty that I occasionally got hit by a salt pellet, inside the car, when driving it in winter.
I'm still reminded of it. Fortunately he can't get back at me...my car's sunroof is fully automated! 
