Good morning...one of those days "off," with trips to the other side of town spaced too far apart. 8 a.m. Dermatologist (what was I thinking,) Noon, lunch with a friend who I rarely get to see, 4 p.m. a "dinner" party. In quotes because it's a former coworker who's a nice guy, but he and his wife get so schnockered, last time "dinner" ended up being them just talking about a package of chicken thighs, and the guests brought our own food which we finally took charge and grilled and got on the table.
I'm riding with a friend, we decided on a secret signal word for "let's get out of here." Last time I left when the wife couldn't form words and she was stuck on the sofa like a beached whale.