Our dialysis-supported houseguest needed support today; he cannot really drive himself to dialysis (or rather, he cannot drive himself back from it, which comes to the same problem), and he had no alternate transportation. It thus fell to me to deliver him there early this afternoon and retrieve him early this evening–which I would do without complaint.

So why am I complaining? Well, I drove right past the bank on the first trip, and completely forgot that I had a check in my pocket which definitely needed to be in the account and could not really wait for evening, so after I got home from the first trip I had to go out again–which is, of course, entirely my fault. Then when I got home again I was informed that one of our other houseguests was going to need transportation to the hospital, too, and I needed to talk to him about it. I took care of a few other things, then asked if he wanted to catch a ride with me when I picked up the dialysis patient. Apparently that would be too soon–this emergency was not so emergent that the patient couldn’t wait for an important phone call first.

So here I am starting my work late on a Tuesday, usually the heaviest day of online work, and I’m expecting to be interrupted to make yet another trip to the hospital, and either stay for hours (I have my Romans editing ready) or come home and go back again yet later. Days like this cause me to hesitate to start anything until I know when the interruptions are going to happen, but I can’t know that so there’s no point worrying about it.

Let’s get something done, anyway.

–M. J. Young