For those still following my progress toward obtaining SSI for Sophie, now that she's eighteen years old, please note that today, at approximately 10:32 am, Pacific Time, after holding for approximately twenty dogged Neil Sedaka-free minutes, I made contact with the Social Security office and spoke to a representative. I also made an appointment to appear at our local office, with Sophie, in late April.
At the point of contact, the roof of the house blew off, and when the agent spoke and was courteous and helpful, fireworks could be seen as far away as the Mojave. When she made the appointment efficiently and told me what to expect, the house sighed and shuddered, spent and relaxed. I imagine that those of fundamentalist faith would think prayers had been answered. I prefer to think the contact was akin to something much more profane.