The dog rousted me from bed to go out twice between eleven last night and four this morning, and I gave myself most of another half hour before getting out of bed but managed to get some important things done before departing around six-fifteen to retrieve my wife.  She was held overtime at work, and so we did not start our hour-plus journey to my eight-forty-five appointment until eight; our call to them assured us that they would see me, but it put us on a waiting list there.  It was close to noon before she was able to crawl into bed, and she was not feeling at all well by that point; I laid down, too, for a few hours, after handling a few immediate concerns.  Now I am up again, trying to figure out what still needs to be done today, and turning my attention to making dinner, although I don't know whether anyone other than I will eat it.  So I'm a bit off schedule, although that happens often enough that I'm not certain it can be said that I actually have a schedule.

Meanwhile, Derek seems to have descended into the nightmare as the bodies are falling around him and he is more interested in an exit than an answer, in Old Verses New; Chapter 47, Brown 16.

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