I am still feeling the combined effects of the changing of the clocks and the loss of so many hours to driving. Tonight’s setbacks were a delayed grocery trip followed by a phone call from a friend (more a friend of the boys, but a dear girl to many here) who missed the bus that would have put her five minutes away and so was at a bus station half an hour away instead. I’ll commend her timing–I had just finished attending to putting away the last of the groceries and was headed back here to do the rest of my work when she called, which saved me getting started and having to interrupt again.

I’m supposed to say next what I’ve accomplished, but I can’t think of anything that is relevant, so I’d better finish up and get some sleep so I’m good for tomorrow. Already Monday’s plans are disrupting my weekend.

–M. J. Young