I have an appointment today, but I called K.S. to let her know that I still had what Dr. M. called "the creeping crud." I can go to the appointment, I said, but she might not want to risk getting the cold. I left the message on her voicemail. She'll get back to me.
Later: K.S. called back and said, "Stay right where you are. It took me three weeks to get over that." She didn't want to get it again. We rescheduled.
I went to drop stuff off for Dr. K., but the road was blocked off. The construction workers were waving people off onto a road that ended up in a completely different town, which was unhelpful. I ended up driving in big circles to get to Dr. K.'s office and back.
I left a message for A.J. that I'd gotten her call of long ago. C.B. said that they'd recently gotten home from the Special Olympics competition at Penn State and that A.J. was out, but he'd have her call me back.
I went through e-mail.
I finished Charlie Cochrane's new book, Broke Deep.