I made it to work on time. It was a "getting nowhere fast" day. The veterinarian and her assistant came and put lotion in Miss Daisy's ears. Miss Daisy cried while they did it. R. was upset when he heard her cry. B. was cranky, but nothing new there. He was working his way through "Lovers and Other Strangers" and said that everyone needed to be quiet so he could concentrate on distinguishing between the names "Finn" and "Fitch." Josh said around the time of publication of that one that she had some regrets about making their names so similar, because even she was having trouble keeping the names straight.
I dropped paperwork off at the local home health aide company office.
I completely forgot that I'd scheduled a mammogram appointment for mid-afternoon until a few hours later, well into the evening. Instead, I went home and cooled off in the air conditioning, and read some Huffington Post articles about how some people who call themselves Christians are ignoring the great majority of the things Jesus said.
I.P., my home health aide coordinator until I wasn't sure who was in charge, called to say she'd been promoted, and explained her version of whatever the heck was going on with who was coordinating what, or as much of that as she could explain.
Later in the evening I finished an editing job that I had started Saturday. I'm glad to have that done with.
Basically all I know is that I'm working tomorrow, and R. and I will be putting the antibiotic lotion in Miss Daisy's ears.