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(As we got ready for lunch I told Jane that this morning I’d awakened stewing again—about Jane, but mostly about the long delays involved in getting the Blue Cross—major medical insurance benefits straightened out. I’d tried to counter the worries while working this morning, and had succeeded at times, but the concerns bugged me; each day I look for word in the mail, but it never comes. I told Jane that we may never hear from Blue Cross, since they’ve already turned down the claim once because the hospital was late in sending them her medical records. There have been other instances of bungling, too, not necessary to describe here. But I did go over the whole story with Jane to some extent, so she’d know what I was concerned about. I wanted Seth to comment if she had a session today.

The insurance affair will be settled to your satisfaction, as I see the probabilities thus far. The delay is due to bureaucratic slipshod work—but again, it will be settled to your satisfaction.

(My questions to Seth about life and death sprang out of my hassles this morning about insurance, oddly enough. I’d been concerned about my stewing over insurance, for I didn’t want to draw negative probabilities to us. This in turn led me to speculate about probable realities in general as I drove to the hospital this afternoon.

(I told Jane, before lunch, that at times I see what Seth is talking about, what he’s really saying, quite clearly at times, and that this growing awareness in recent months has had a rather profound effect in my thinking. Every so often I do get glimpses, imperfect ones, that living is easy, that we are safe, each and every one of us, that we’re never annihilated, that mundane worries about money, insurance, jobs, and so forth are in deeper terms quite beside the point. I’m not knocking those things, but trying to put them into perspective. We pursue them for many varied reasons—but they are not the end-all or be-all by any means, as we’re so used to regarding them.