Trying to figure out my social life for the next few weeks. Why does everything come at once and only on Sundays? Have an invitation to see Frank and Maureen on the 19th. Have an invitation for the whole family to see John and Denise and Aunt Helen on either the 18th or the 19th. And the FWiB... best day is probably, you guessed it, the 19th.
I do not have such a big social life that this should be this complicated.
Aside from that...
Not much to say. Overslept and was late to work. Missed the bus by seconds.
The polar vortex is moving in tonight.
Spyder barfed another hairball but is eating well.