A Day of Errands

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Today is just a matter of working my way down the checklist. I left the house a little before nine in order to... 

  • Go by the Post Office and mail a package
  • Drop by the Madison vet and pick up Lucy's prescription. (Hold quick inner debate with self over whether to kidnap adorable silky puppy in the front display cage who gave me kisses.)
  • Drive to my regular BP station to fill up then remember I'm mad at them and decide to fill up somewhere else later in the day
  • Get allergy shot
  • Drive to Greensboro vet and pick up prescription for Olivia. (These cats are going to bankrupt us.)
  • Drive to bank and sign signature card for some account--I don't really pay attention--that Blair opened last week
  • Pop into Aveda for the hair-straightening shampoo I ran out of last week
  • Debate going by Apple store to check out cases for my new iPad (blog post coming soon!) but remember scanning e-mail from in-the-know-Apple-friend earlier today who recommended I get a certain case that has to be pre-ordered. Don't feel like dealing with techie people anyway, so just as happy to skip this errand.
  • Swing by Barnes & Noble and pick up a journal as a gift for a budding pre-teen writer of my acquaintance
  • Settle into coffeeshop and realize I forgot to get gas AND pick up a card for my cousin's baby shower. Vow to remember to run by Hallmark this afternoon. Decide to also buy cute pen and chocolate kisses and make a complete gift package for young writer friend. 

Still left in the day are lunch with a friend, annual ob-gyn appointment (or have I shared too much?), and trail run with marimba master Nathan Daughtrey at 5:30.

The forecast today was for clear skies but there have been a few clouds. Every time Nathan and I plan to run, there's either heavy rain or the chance of rain. Today on our run we will have to decide whether to use our newfound powers for good or evil. 

After the run, home to shower, heat up leftovers, and go through finances to more than likely discover that my day of errands means we can no longer afford groceries next week.

A pretty damn good day. 

Cheers,

Dena