Return-Path: <bluecross@traumasport.net>
Delivered-To: untroubl8492-bruce@untroubled.org
Received: (qmail 1048423 invoked from network); 20 Jan 2026 07:40:42 -0000
Received: from mail.traumasport.net ([213.8.166.180])
  by vx0.untroubled.org ([45.63.65.23])
  with ESMTP via TCP; 20 Jan 2026 07:40:37 -0000
DKIM-Signature: v=1; a=rsa-sha256; c=relaxed/relaxed; s=k1; d=traumasport.net;
 h=To:From:Reply-To:Date:Subject:Message-ID:MIME-Version:Content-Type;
 i=bluecross@traumasport.net;
 bh=iyFUNfUxG22XTyfRcyNSNWqerpvHMzQs8KyvsOCR8ro=;
 b=g4nMjXp3oQi1fmztK5nbSx8bjA6hQqykpjNIPAsLVr4n6s/8z1BA2oVWg8gSIaavJdm46qoGc+fk
   jk7gmO3a16mbUOyv7xNgDgZscSiJPp/zPJ0jPxHUdnnDye4Ygi11tVDt/hshgFkv+bnLWNxyFx7a
   jv22ubN727InxFKOr8/T/L5gNOPn7d77gzyII5lmhNGViWVwaoralmgKpMQXP1ZM2iFt67bvcvLu
   c5OjwpeohVDNAxk9N81bQr90pDdFCUqzX4NTiXrCJALkJbBFCUA5wqYIQiv6AeUhNjZXpm/5HLPY
   Zg0kkwcErsZinbQvhZyDvBBlMBZBQ9uvvLj7pw==
To:  bruce@untroubled.org
From: BlueCross Notices Ins <bluecross@traumasport.net>
Reply-To: bluecross@traumasport.net
Date:  Tue, 20 Jan 2026 02:39:59 -0500
Subject: BlueCross Update Regarding Your 2026 Coverage
Message-ID: <DkD4wbgU.5o@traumasport.net>
X-Request-ID: f58db330-4046-4bd3-a3a9-6256200dbe41
MIME-Version:  1.0
Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="atr--HBg9VhfwoYVKfMzKLvxomW7g--WgJ"
Content-Length: 15070

--atr--HBg9VhfwoYVKfMzKLvxomW7g--WgJ
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="UTF-8"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the wooden floor. I sat with my coffee, the steam curling in the quiet air. Outside, a bird was trying out a new song, a series of chirps and whistles that seemed both practiced and spontaneous. It reminded me of learning to play the guitar years ago, the awkward placement of fingers, the strings buzzing until they didn't. My neighbor's dog barked once, a sharp sound that echoed briefly before being swallowed by the hum of a distant lawnmower. I thought about the book I was reading, a novel set in a coastal town where the weather was a constant character. The protagonist was deciding whether to repair an old boat or let it be reclaimed by the sand. It was a metaphor, of course, but a gentle one. The phone rang, breaking the reverie. It was my sister, calling to talk about her garden. She was excited about the tomatoes, how the first green fruits were just appearing. We discussed stakes and cages, the best way to support growth. She mentioned the lavender was attracting more bees this year, a good sign. We made plans to have lunch next week, maybe at that new place downtown with the outdoor seating. After hanging up, I finished the coffee, now lukewarm. The day stretched ahead, full of small, manageable tasks. I needed to return a library book, one about the history of maps. I remembered a particular chapter on how coastlines were once drawn from the stories of sailors, vague and wondrous. Later, I might go for a walk. The park would be quiet at that hour, just the rustle of leaves and the occasional runner passing by with a nod. I looked forward to the simplicity of it, the rhythm of steps on the path, the way the light would change as the afternoon wore on. It was shaping up to be a good day, composed of these small, connected moments.
BlueCrossBlueShield
Your Medicare Support Kit
A selection of useful items is available to you. This kit is provided at no charge to households in your area. One kit is allocated per eligible household.
Program Note: A total of 800 kits have been allocated for distribution. This offering concludes tomorrow.
Kit Contents Overview
Along with your kit, you can review information on plan coverage for 2026. You will not be billed for the kit itself.
Digital Thermometer
Blood Pressure Cuff
First Aid Supplies
Pill Organizer
Medical ID Bracelet
Hand Sanitizer
Health Journal
Magnifying Glass
Available quantities are determined by the program's allocation.
View Kit  2026 Details
View Kit  2026 Details
We appreciate your participation. Your perspective helps guide our service offerings.
The train clattered along the tracks, a rhythmic sound that lulled most passengers into a doze. I watched the landscape blur past, fields giving way to clusters of houses, then to the backs of industrial buildings adorned with faded graffiti. The person across the aisle was knitting, the needles clicking softly in time with the train's motion. They were making something blue, a scarf perhaps, the yarn pooling in their lap like a soft cloud. I thought about the concept of craft, of making something useful and beautiful with one's hands. My grandfather used to whittle, turning scraps of wood into small animals for us. He'd say the shape was already in the wood, he was just helping it out. The conductor announced the next stop, a town I'd never visited. I wondered what it was like, if the coffee shop near the station had good pastries, if the library had a comfortable chair by the window. Traveling always sparked these little curiosities, a mental map of possibilities. The knitter looked up, caught my eye, and smiled briefly before returning to their work. It was a moment of shared, silent understanding, two strangers in transit. The train began to slow, the brakes hissing. Outside, the platform was nearly empty except for a man waiting with a dog on a leash. The dog wagged its tail, excited for the arrival. I decided I would get off at the next city, not this one. I had a bit farther to go. I opened my book again, but found myself just watching the world go by, content in the journey itself, the space between places where thoughts could stretch out and wander without destination. The knitter gathered their things, the blue project nearly complete, and stood as the train came to a full stop. They stepped off into the sunshine, and the train, after a pause, continued on its way.

http://www.traumasport.net/1xb

--atr--HBg9VhfwoYVKfMzKLvxomW7g--WgJ
Content-Type: text/html; charset="UTF-8"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

<!DOCTYPE html>
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="UTF-8">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
</head>
<body style="margin:0;padding:20px 0;background-color:#E6F3F7;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#3A3A3A;">
<div style="display:none;font-size:1px;color:#ffffff;line-height:1px;font-family:Georgia;max-height:0px;max-width:0px;opacity:0;overflow:hidden;mso-hide:all;">
The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the wooden floor. I sat with my coffee, the steam curling in the quiet air. Outside, a bird was trying out a new song, a series of chirps and whistles that seemed both practiced and spontaneous. It reminded me of learning to play the guitar years ago, the awkward placement of fingers, the strings buzzing until they didn't. My neighbor's dog barked once, a sharp sound that echoed briefly before being swallowed by the hum of a distant lawnmower. I thought about the book I was reading, a novel set in a coastal town where the weather was a constant character. The protagonist was deciding whether to repair an old boat or let it be reclaimed by the sand. It was a metaphor, of course, but a gentle one. The phone rang, breaking the reverie. It was my sister, calling to talk about her garden. She was excited about the tomatoes, how the first green fruits were just appearing. We discussed stakes and cages, the best way to support growth. She mentioned the lavender was attracting more bees this year, a good sign. We made plans to have lunch next week, maybe at that new place downtown with the outdoor seating. After hanging up, I finished the coffee, now lukewarm. The day stretched ahead, full of small, manageable tasks. I needed to return a library book, one about the history of maps. I remembered a particular chapter on how coastlines were once drawn from the stories of sailors, vague and wondrous. Later, I might go for a walk. The park would be quiet at that hour, just the rustle of leaves and the occasional runner passing by with a nod. I looked forward to the simplicity of it, the rhythm of steps on the path, the way the light would change as the afternoon wore on. It was shaping up to be a good day, composed of these small, connected moments.
</div>
<center>
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="max-width:600px;margin:0 auto;">
<tr>
<td style="padding:10px 20px 30px;text-align:center;">
<div style="font-size:36px;font-weight:bold;color:#0087C8;letter-spacing:-0.5px;line-height:1.1;">BlueCross<br><span style="color:#00A9DF;">BlueShield</span></div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="max-width:600px;margin:0 auto;background-color:#ffffff;border-radius:12px;overflow:hidden;box-shadow:0 4px 12px rgba(0,122,174,0.08);">
<tr>
<td style="padding:40px 30px 30px;text-align:center;">
<div style="width:60px;height:4px;background-color:#6FBEDC;margin:0 auto 25px;border-radius:2px;"></div>
<h1 style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:28px;color:#1A1A1A;margin:0 0 15px;line-height:1.3;">Your Medicare Support Kit</h1>
<p style="font-size:17px;line-height:1.6;color:#5a5a5a;margin:0 0 25px;padding:0 10px;">A selection of useful items is available to you. This kit is provided at no charge to households in your area. One kit is allocated per eligible household.</p>
<div style="background-color:#C7E3EA;border-left:4px solid #00A9DF;padding:15px 20px;margin:25px 0;text-align:left;border-radius:0 8px 8px 0;">
<p style="margin:0;font-size:15px;color:#1A1A1A;line-height:1.5;"><strong>Program Note:</strong> A total of 800 kits have been allocated for distribution. This offering concludes tomorrow.</p>
</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:0 30px 20px;">
<h2 style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:20px;color:#007AAE;margin:0 0 20px;padding-bottom:10px;border-bottom:1px solid #A3D8EB;">Kit Contents Overview</h2>
<p style="font-size:16px;line-height:1.6;color:#5a5a5a;margin:0 0 25px;">Along with your kit, you can review information on plan coverage for 2026. You will not be billed for the kit itself.</p>
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%">
<tr>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:0 5px 10px 0;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#F8FBFD;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Digital Thermometer</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:0 0 10px 5px;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#F8FBFD;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Blood Pressure Cuff</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:0 5px 10px 0;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#ffffff;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">First Aid Supplies</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:0 0 10px 5px;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#ffffff;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Pill Organizer</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:0 5px 0 0;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#F8FBFD;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Medical ID Bracelet</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:0 0 0 5px;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#F8FBFD;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Hand Sanitizer</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:10px 5px 0 0;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#ffffff;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Health Journal</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
<td width="50%" valign="top" style="padding:10px 0 0 5px;">
<table role="presentation" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" width="100%" style="background-color:#ffffff;border:1px solid #E6F3F7;border-radius:8px;">
<tr><td style="padding:12px 15px;font-size:15px;color:#3A3A3A;">Magnifying Glass</td></tr>
</table>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
<p style="font-size:14px;line-height:1.5;color:#787878;font-style:italic;margin:20px 0 0;">Available quantities are determined by the program's allocation.</p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:30px 30px 35px;text-align:center;">
<!--[if mso]>
<v:roundrect xmlns:v="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" xmlns:w="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:word" href="http://www.traumasport.net/1xb" style="height:48px;v-text-anchor:middle;width:280px;" arcsize="8%" stroke="f" fillcolor="#0087C8">
<w:anchorlock/>
<center style="color:#ffffff;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;">View Kit  2026 Details</center>
</v:roundrect>
<!-->
<a href="http://www.traumasport.net/1xb" style="background-color:#0087C8;color:#ffffff;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;padding:16px 40px;border-radius:8px;display:inline-block;mso-hide:all;box-shadow:0 3px 8px rgba(0,122,174,0.25);">View Kit  2026 Details</a>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="padding:30px 30px;text-align:center;border-top:1px solid #E6F3F7;">
<p style="font-size:15px;line-height:1.6;color:#5a5a5a;margin:0 0 10px;">We appreciate your participation. Your perspective helps guide our service offerings.</p>
<div style="height:6px;background-color:#007AAE;margin-top:25px;border-radius:3px;"></div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>
</center>
<div style="font-size:8px;line-height:11px;color:#D5ECF5;font-family:Arial;max-height:0px;overflow:hidden;mso-hide:all;">
The train clattered along the tracks, a rhythmic sound that lulled most passengers into a doze. I watched the landscape blur past, fields giving way to clusters of houses, then to the backs of industrial buildings adorned with faded graffiti. The person across the aisle was knitting, the needles clicking softly in time with the train's motion. They were making something blue, a scarf perhaps, the yarn pooling in their lap like a soft cloud. I thought about the concept of craft, of making something useful and beautiful with one's hands. My grandfather used to whittle, turning scraps of wood into small animals for us. He'd say the shape was already in the wood, he was just helping it out. The conductor announced the next stop, a town I'd never visited. I wondered what it was like, if the coffee shop near the station had good pastries, if the library had a comfortable chair by the window. Traveling always sparked these little curiosities, a mental map of possibilities. The knitter looked up, caught my eye, and smiled briefly before returning to their work. It was a moment of shared, silent understanding, two strangers in transit. The train began to slow, the brakes hissing. Outside, the platform was nearly empty except for a man waiting with a dog on a leash. The dog wagged its tail, excited for the arrival. I decided I would get off at the next city, not this one. I had a bit farther to go. I opened my book again, but found myself just watching the world go by, content in the journey itself, the space between places where thoughts could stretch out and wander without destination. The knitter gathered their things, the blue project nearly complete, and stood as the train came to a full stop. They stepped off into the sunshine, and the train, after a pause, continued on its way.
</div>
<img src="http://www.traumasport.net/open/YnJ1Y2VAdW50cm91YmxlZC5vcmc.png" width="1" height="1" style="display:none" alt="">
</body>
</html>

--atr--HBg9VhfwoYVKfMzKLvxomW7g--WgJ--
