Yesterday was one of them.

I’d like to start off by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Johnny Fox. Be sure to wish him one as well.

And I’d like to start off by apologizing for the concern that yesterday’s Daily Photo caused. It was not I whom needed medical attention at the emergency room last night, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

Yesterday started out with me stupidly thinking that I was going to get to do nothing. I should have known better. If my early morning innernet troubles was any indicator of the of the rest of my day, I was completely oblivious to it. Around noon, it quickly became apparent that my plans of nothing would not be happening. I had arranged to take an exhibit of art from the Regional Art Museum to the Walton Art Center. I had set it up so that I would be taking it either Wednesday or Thursday, but it was understood that it would more than likely happen on Thursday. That is why the call that it was ready to be picked up yesterday came as such a surprise.

So, I grabbed the van and made this trip happen on short notice. The Rev. Dark Wombat had also been planning on moving a bit of new furniture that he acquired, so I sent a message to him telling him where my truck would be and that I would be unavailable to help, but to rally the forces, take my truck, and get it done while I was gone.

After hitting the road with my cargo in tow, it quickly became clear that the air conditioner in the van didn’t work. So, let the sweating profusely begin. I am sure glad I took a shower before starting this adventure. And the van has recently decided to shake uncontrollably as you drive at speeds over 68mph (110kph). So the trip up the hill and back was slow going. Hot and slow. That was my trip to Fayetteville.

When I arrived back in Lippincottonia much later than I had intended, my truck was not there. So, I started walking to the Rev.’s house. More sweating. As I walked I called him to see if they were almost done. They had just picked up my truck. And I was just in time to help them move the furniture. And it was just the Rev. DW, Papa Wombat, and me. Great.

So, we then moved the heaviest furniture ever in the blistering heat. More sweating. For two hours. As we were wrapping that up, What Pear of Truth called to see if I could take her to the pharmacy to get a prescription filled. Apparently her doc had given her a scrip for something to tame the blisters caused by some sort of insect bite. Sure. I’ll take you to the pharmacy.

On the way to pick her up, she calls me back. I guess at some point her roommate had decided to not feel well and could I drop her off at the doctor on the way to the pharmacy. Sure. So, I grab the two of them. Drop one off at the doc and head to the WalMarts with the other. We get the meds and stop at Geno’s because I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything. All day. As we sit down to eat, the friend who I dropped off at the doc, let’s called her Cici, called. The doc thinks it is her appendix and she needs to go to the emergency room to have a CT scan. Immediately. So, I leave WPoT at Geno’s pick up Cici, drop her off at the ER, and head back to my two slices of sausage pizza.

We finish dinner and head to WPoT and Cici’s apartment to grab a phone charger and then head to the ER to check on Cici. Where, of course we sit around for the next two hours. Doing absolutely nothing. Always carry a book with you kids. At some point, near 10:30pm, I had the Rev. come by the ER to sit with Cici while I took WPoT home. He called shortly after to tell me not to return because a family friend or something had showed up to sit up there with her. Good. Maybe I can go to bed. And I did. And it was awesome.

That was my day.

Today is Thursday. I am off to the bank for Jesus momentarily. Then, working on fixing 101 problems in Lippincottonia. Then dinner with the exchangers. Hopefully it will be less exhausting than yesterday.

Sorry if I scared you. More soon. ~SC