I kicked off the day with a dentist appointment, and left with an aching mouth and an exhortation to floss (which I do, religiously).
School starts in less than a week, and we have yet to receive our books. I can’t get organized, and my sanity depends on organization.
I’ve got an inbox full of correspondence I’ve neglected.
My hip is acting up for no discernible reason (aside from scoliosis).
Brady was fussier than usual.
And my grandpa died this afternoon.
Yeah, it was a bad day.
At least I have this to cheer me:
Brady with the piece of tortilla he mooched at Chipotle, 8/3/08
