plans not working out, but maybe it's for the best.

I phoned my Dad yesterday to say happy birthday ask if I could visit and take him out for brunch or something today, but he's busy today. He's never busy, but there was something he really wanted to get done on the house today. We set a firm maybe for next weekend. Which is okay with me because I'm still not done with this cold (I'm resorting to the neti pot, today - and it's not working) and I actually had a few more tweaks I wanted to make on the photos I'm loading on the digital frame (some of them still looked too dark).

Then I thought I might go for tea with Phoebe this afternoon, but that turned out not to work when I thought about it because I have to cook a roast tonight to have for lunches and Eor needs a haircut. But we'll have breakfast tomorrow, which will probably be better.

Tomorrow. Monday. My first day back at work in a month. Damn, I'm going to have to start getting my act together and moving quicker in the mornings. I'm going to have to cut back on my slash reading. That hurts.