Subject to change.

Tonight I made a good plan, and was executing it with precision. Came home, met a friend to walk the pups (or crazed beasts, as they can be prone to act), cleaned up a bit, got ready to go to Pete's African ensemble contest. Except I smelled gas in the kitchen, so I ended up going back to work to get my cell phone off the desk (where I left it, I was so excited about that walk!) so I could call the City Utilities people. Now I'm sitting on the couch while Pete plays away on the African instruments. Even my best laid plans sometimes don't work out. And wish me luck on the gas issue.