Waking, doing things, on bus to plasma place and the woman with the screaming child and the evidently unruly child who was getting smacked (!!), plasma and lots of reading, finished The Gripping Hand and read the bulk of The Writer's Way, peace on the bus and finishing book, home, phone, out again to writing group on bus, hanging there, hanging at Coco's, coming home, giving the hangers to easalle and going "AAAAGH!" about the brain-breaky and my inability to discuss same with my blonder half, as well as discussing trip schedules, and eventually crashing.
And Moshie's birthday. Evidently he's been loud today.