I’ve gone to Quest Diagnostics and surprised myself by being in a good mood in a crowded office (chairs not always available) for an hour-long wait at the end of a fast.
I’ve picked up prednilisone for Pied and am waiting for the evening to give her a little treat with pills hidden inside. (I hope she doesn’t read LJ.)
I’ve gone to one library and picked up some great stuff, gone to another library to get Jodi a DVD of the Gilmore Girls, stopped at the bank to deposit a small check, and grabbed some tofu and vegetables from Dragon Express.
And I’ve already found two errors in one of the library books, I Love You, Nice to Meet You: A Guy and a Girl Give the Lowdown on Coupling Up. One was just a missing article (“I once had [a] short fling with…”), but the other was a howler: a footnote that claimed “an American submarine named the Ehime Maru surfaced under a Japanese fishing trawler”. The publisher has been notified.
I’m worried about my grandmother, and ‘s mom, and ‘s mom, and I ought to get more exercise my own self. Those who pray, start with the first three and get around to me if you have a chance.