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It is always so difficult for me to settle down and focus when it is time to get ready and leave. There are so many things I want to do on top of what I need to do. A shower, beard trim if needed again, and dressing, of course. But I need to check the tire and probably top it off. Then I need to remember to take the urine sample. I have to be there at a certain time, and early. Actually earlier than that because I want to drop off the urine sample. When I get there, early of course, I have to fill out paperwork they suggest may take 20 minutes to complete. And then into the tube I go.
After that, I am hoping I can make it to the Ogden clinic for blood work. On the way home I want to find a tire shop and get that troublesome tire tended and then stop at the butcher shop and a grocery store for other meats, and dish detergent. More? Well, yes, if I am not burned out, I would like to then stop at minimally one lumber store and ask about hard maple stock, preferably four inch by four inch by four inches though longer would be better. And, somewhere after Ogden but before a crash, I need to eat. There are other things, like checking how much money I have available in one of my accounts and writing a check from the other account if necessary. Wait, I can check before I shut the machine off. Ugh. I also want to pay a bill, but that may not be possible as that office will be open only after I should be on the road and closes at 11:00 or so. Double Ugh!
And, yet, here I sit. I even need to use the restroom. I get... stuck... or something. Argh! I must get going. I will put the water on so that I can have a quick cup of joe on the way out. I am supposed to fast for the test, I can only hope a cup of coffee is considering fasting? I need to be fasted for the blood work too. When did I last eat? Late last night. Midnight maybe, 1:00? Something like that. Too many mice racing around the maze, so many things that are supposed to be exact. Uncertainty about this and that. Go, go, go.
*poof*
My "check tire" light went on this week as well. Turned out to be nothing. Whew! You can't be too careful about car safety.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the thoughtful comment on my blog.
I love that particular dummy light, as we used to call them. Though, if it was nothing, I would be asking about the light! Isn't it double bad when the trouble (dummy) light is the fault? Ha!
ReplyDeleteOh noes, I can't remember what I said right off hand. But if pleases the lady, then it surely pleases, this, your humble visitor.
(Don't let the gruff sound ever make you think I am not humble... or at least that humility is my intent... Does he protesteth too much? Nay, nay, he is merely way too tired!)