I had one of those days.  A day where nothing went right.  I got side-tracked at every turn of the path and all plans were immediately shot to hell upon waking.

     Did I manage to call the vet to make an appointment for Gavin, no.  Why was this?

     The Curmudgeon was having a bad day.  This means that as soon as I got downstairs, even before my coffee, I was listening to a litany of complaints.  Uppermost in my mind, next to having a cup of coffee, was were the dogs taken care of?

     Turns out they were ‘mostly’ taken care of and I only needed to take them out immediately.  That done, I headed for my coffee.  I actually had a cup poured when another hoop landed in front of me.   Oh!  Need to follow that tangent.

     Ten minutes later, I sipped my coffee  ick, icy cold,  I had to reheat it.  Seems I reheated that cup of coffee about ten times before I finally got to drink it.

     You all have a good one.