I worked for a while on my editing job, and then went to work. B. had had to fast before a blood draw, and the nurse (or phlebotomist?) came at 10:10 a.m., which completely discombobulated him as far as meals went and of course had made him anxious. I got him clean and comfortable, and then decided it would be a good day to do laundry, as I wasn't going to want to work outside. I did R.'s big blue quilt and the guys' clothes. I felt like I'd accomplished a good bit.
After I got home, I went around the yard and smelled the flowers, and merely looked at the unscented ones.