He’s off

I drove through gobs of construction this morning, running late already, to drop Johnny off at Yosemite for his mid-week Half Dome hike. I had a conference call this morning, but had to call and tell them I wouldn’t be there, when it took an hour and a half to go where, Sunday, it only took 45 minutes. Argh!

This leaves me responsible for my own walking this week (as well as my own care in general, of course). Should be a quiet couple of days. Working, walking, knitting… rinse and repeat.