music floating through the window

watching Breakfast at Tiffany's tonight, and I hear this quiet french horn music in the background. Seems like an odd time in the film to have music, but such is such. A little later, I wander downstairs and to my surprise I look out my window and the neighbour next door is playing his french horn.
The music wasn't coming from the movie but from my own life...a much needed little moment in a rather un-fun day.

Now comes tomorrow, where I will need to work out with my "health insurance company" and figure out why they led me to believe I had coverage when really I didn't. Now I'm out $175 because I was an "error" in their system. Can't wait! Clearly, they will be pricks and not honour my insurance claim, because at the time, I was told (on the phone, when I called in to ensure I was covered for my new glasses) that I had coverage for what I wanted to do.

Wish me luck! Most likely a second day, in a row, where I'll end up crying. Not a good start to the week, most definitely. Friday cannot come any soon.