The dog ate my homework; or, why I didn’t blog today

My dog is perfect, so she didn’t really eat anything today that she shouldn’t have eaten.  Nevertheless, when it came to desk work (blogging, bills, research, etc.), I didn’t do squat today.  Here’s my excuse.  Today I:

  1. Exercised (that was my pleasure): 1 hour
  2. Drove to my Mom’s to pick up her hearing aids, which she said weren’t working:  .5 hours
  3. Drove to the hearing aid place to drop off the hearing aids, getting stuck in a traffic jam along the way:  1 hour.
  4. Ate a hasty lunch:  .6 hours.
  5. Went to the doctor with my Mom, which involved traffic jams in both directions:  2 hours.
  6. Drove my son to his tennis match:  .3 hours.
  7. Picked up my Mom’s hearing aids.  Was told that there was nothing wrong with them.  Apparently it was operator error:  .3 hours.
  8. Got gas:  .2 hours.
  9. Drove home, which involved another traffic jam:  .4 hours.
  10. Drove my daughter to her swim practice, which involved yet another traffic jam:  .5 hours.
  11. Drove to Mom’s to drop off her hearing aids:  .5 hours.
  12. Drove to the tennis court to pick up my son, which involved another traffic jam:  .7 hours.
  13. Drove home from the tennis court, but this time, without a traffic jam:  .2 hours.
  14. Starred aimlessly at the wall:  .5 hours.
  15. Drove to the pool to pick up my daughter, but with no traffic:  .4 hours.
  16. Fixed dinner:  .7 hours.

In between all those fixed times, of course, were the 15 minutes here and there that simply vanished as I groomed post-exercise, nibbled at food, did laundry, tidied the house, etc.  Suffice to say that none of the intervals between driving were sufficient to enable me to have the type of sustained thought necessary for even marginally decent blogging (let alone bill paying).

And now, as my son once memorably said, “I is here.  Here I is.”  I’m trying to jump start my brain, ’cause I know that it was a heavy news day with Obama’s “Yes, I support gay marriage” announcement.  I’m therefore formulating my thoughts even as I write this.