Mom wanted me to put lotion on her back. It was something I'd offered to do a few times, and done a couple of times lately. Our skin is so dried out from the winter. She heated it up in the bottle in the microwave for a bit. I squirted some into my hand and burned myself. Not badly enough to blister, but enough to hurt. It was sticking, of course, but I rinsed it off pretty quickly. Mom tried the lotion on top, and it hadn't gotten as hot as that on the bottom of the bottle. Next time I won't let her put it in the microwave to heat it up.
I read some fic. Suzie_Shooter writes some good Musketeers fic. What I've read is modern setting, but it still seems like good characterization.
Later: A.J. called. We talked for a bit.
I read more fic. It was a pretty quiet day.
Dad and I watched "Agent Carter."