Let's see if I can creatively complain here. Is there such a thing? Warning, I'll have to make frequent stops to use the bathroom. What? Oh right, you wouldn't know that because you're not here. At the coffee shop. The fact that I'm here makes it better. I had an early morning appointment for a pelvic sonogram. In case you don't know, you have to drink lots and lots of water an hour beforehand so your abdomen gets nice and bloated. In my case, 32 oz. Not at all comfortable. You pray that they're running on time so you don't have to wait a minute longer than necessary. I made an 8:00 AM appointment; the first of the day. I drove the half-hour. I was second in line. So far so good. Till the desk staff tells me that the ordering doctor, who happens to be the owner of the busy practice I go to, failed to sign the referral. And his office wasn't open. And the imaging center couldn't squeeze me in even though the office opens at 8:30. So there you have it. My doctor made a mistake. Mistakes happen. The imaging center couldn't squeeze me in. I understand that. And there you have it. I'll be back in a moment after I use the bathroom. It takes a couple of visits for all that water to make it's way through.

So, you all know I stay busy. And I have no plans for the day. Oh, I'll go into Walmart next door to return some folders I bought for Emily that she didn't like. Next time when she says 'plain' I'll buy plain. But that's it. No movie I want to see. No shopping. No urge to clean. Nothing but the right here and now, sitting at Panera's, drinking coffee and using their bathroom.