3 PM – M.S.T.   Most of my journal entries lately have been book length, so I am going to try and make this shorter.  That is partially because not too much happened today, so there is not too much to write about.   The two CNAs who put me to bed last night were completely opposite in their dispositions.  One was grouchy, which may have had something to do with the fact that the woman I had the home health care agency replace turned out to be a friend of her cousin.  The other CNA was in quite a jovial mood as was I.  Both of us were kidding around and joking, while the other one did her work, but did not have much to say.  The agency is sending out another new person tonight.  I am hopeful things will go better.   About 45 minutes ago, I got home from going to my bank in downtown Denver.  I had to ride on six buses to get there and back.  Every one of them seemed to be jam-packed full of people.  It was like being in a can of sardines.  I could not wait to get out of there.  I asked the bank teller who waited on me for a list of branch banks, with the hope that I can find one closer to home.   While I was there, I somehow managed to drop all the money he gave me.  That meant I had to ask for extra help, which I detest doing.  He came to my side of the window, picked up all the money I had dropped, put it in one of my pockets, and zipped the pocket shut.  Then he asked if I wanted a lollipop. lol   Quotes for Happiness:   “Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.”   Anonymous