My day was shot to bits with errands–drive this person here, take this to that person there, go buy these things, and so on. It ended with me driving the girl who came to fix the shower home, half an hour away. I wish I could say it started with me being rousted from bed around noon to help her with the plumbing (and of course the reason she was here was because I couldn’t fix it, so why am I helping her?). However, it of course began with me getting up at five to get kids on the bus, about an hour after I got to bed, and then getting back to bed around seven–and then being awakened around ten because the dog was whining about needing to go out and no one else was around to open the door for her.

So I’m still not in a particularly good mood, as I see how late it is and how long it has taken me to get this far and how much I still have to do and how soon I’m likely to be interrupted yet again; but let me take a breath, and move on.

Special thanks to the cook who made the delicious dinner without interrupting me once except to hand me a plate. That was indeed helpful.

–M. J. Young