Today was c.r.a.z.y.
I overslept a tad. Had to rearrange breakfast pickup for customers.
Went to a doctor’s appointment, then went to the office.
Worked on several things simultaneously, getting ready for an AADE National Board Meeting. Went to lunch w/ coworkers, then went to chiropractor, then from there to orthopedic surgeon to do the preop paperwork for my upcoming knee surgery.
Went home, changed to dressier attire for the Wildcatter’s meeting at the Petroleum Club, attended event, then met friends for supper.
By now, it’s 8:30 p.m. I’ve fed the dogs, and decided to pick up poop before I run back to the office. Poop. You know, dod poop. Out in the back yard. In the dark.
When I’m almost through scooping poop, I realize - I have on my brand new Cabi “Editor in Chief” jacket. Taffeta collar and all.
And my fanciest flats.
And I’m shoveling poop.
I bet Carol Anderson would be so proud.
WAIT. What's that smell?
