So it's 1:30pm, and I've rewritten my column, reformatted the newsletter, and biked up the hill to get veggies for snacks. And Lexa the Bouvier has accidentally munched on my finger instead of licking the tomato sauce off it as intended, but she said she was sorry.
So now I should research Gabe's new school and see if I can get in touch with them. And there are probably a dozen or so other things I should do while I have net access. After I figure 'em out and do 'em, I should go home and do laundry.