I'm catching a cold. I'm not happy about it. The weather has been so screwed up, my body doesn't quite know what to make of it. We've been having classic September weather all month. It's August and I should be sweating my balls off. Instead I've had to dig out a quilt, I'm shutting the window some nights and I'm thinking of wearing pants to work tomorrow. (Calm down. I wear shorts to work everyday.) Between the hectic weekend and the chilly weather, my body is feeling it. Ugh.
For the last five years or so, the subject of setting up wills and medical proxies has been coming up. This is something we need to do, but just never seem to get around to doing. It's not the most pleasant thing to think about, but it's something that needs to be done. Since we're sinful faggots who cannot legally marry in this state, we really have no legal rights in each other's lives. God forbid something happen to Ken, I'm sure his family will swoop in and have me shut out of health decisions and / or property. We finally have a call in to the lawyer and he says this is all very simple to put together. All we need to do is figure out if there are any specific things we would want to will to someone, who would be our executor should we both die at the same time and other things like that. It's really not as easy as I thought it would be. If I die first, naturally Ken gets everything. But who would get everything if we die together? And who do I trust enough to handle my estate? Ugh. Ken gave me a deadline of Saturday to get names and things in order. Wish me luck.