It was a minor miracle I got them. USPS comes to your house. You don't know the day. You don't know the time. They make you sign your name in a screen while never letting their machine leave their hand. They don't check your ID. It is a joke.

I was lucky he knocked on the back door when I was just out of the shower in a towel. Or I would have missed him.

But I lucked out. I got what the probate attorney sent me.

You'd think I'd be happy about it. I haven't had time to be yet.

I passed out in the bathtub a few nights ago and when I woke up in deep water with the shower still on of course it took me a few seconds for me to process where I was and what had happened.

I wasn't physically hurt. I've never done that before then. I won't lie. I was a little emotionally shaken.

But it has temporarily affected my motor skills (I have no idea why). No other cognitive functioning was affected in any way.

My motor skills (fine motor skills as evidenced by the fact that for days I was trying to write texts and kept texting a single letter of the alphabet again and again, annoying my recipients).

This brings me to my mood. I should note for the sake of completeness that this experience seems to have affected my mood. To make a long story shorter, I find myself in a bad mood pretty much constantly since this experience.

My RM didn't come into the bathroom, didn't offer to help me get up, didn't offer me a towel, nothing. My cousin got annoyed at my texts, but was untroubled by the fact I passed out and had a near death experience. I had to explain why I was having trouble texting 4 times. My sister-in-law, for her part, told me this evening that if it was affecting my functioning, to call an ambulance. This is in spite of the fact that I had already plainly said the ER can't help me in this situation.

My motor skills are improving (as you can see). The key has been rest, sleeping, insisting to myself to go at my own pace, and to ignore pressure from anyone to do otherwise.

I'm feeling better every day.

My falling off the moving gate injuries are still in a healing state and might not heal entirely.

At least, all of the physical wounds have scabbed or gone away, and I don't have to be obsessed with wound care every time I get my dominant hand wet. Yeah!

So, cousin, SIL, and I are all in bad moods for various reasons and are not having pleasant interactions. I'll leave it at that. Hopefully, time will heal us.

Everything is moving forward quickly. Everyone knew this would happen. I don't know why we don't feel ready. I'm definitely including myself in this assessment.

I'm going to say just a few words about probate. My father's net worth turned out to be (now that I have a full accounting in front of me and don't have to rely on my cousin's word) a few dollars short of $750,000.

The cost of living is high. Contractors' fees and attorneys' fees were high. Administrative fees, to my mind, were outrageous.

This is my conclusion about probate: probate is an industry.

There.

I said it.