Well, actually I am supposed to leave in about an hour – to take my daughter-in-law and my grandson to his doctor’s appointment – he’s the autistic one, to use some sort of diagnosis. His sister, who was riding roller coasters a week ago today, is going with us. We will pick him up at summer school at 12:10 pm, hope to get to his 1:15 appointment early, then go to the mall food court and I don’t know what else.
I have not yet showered; I have not done one thing to get ready. So, I am going to stick my head in the attitude/mood adjuster machine I ordered from a late night TV ad and see how well it works.
Darn, I believe it was a waste of money. Okay, time to do this the old-fashioned way. Count to three and get up
Four . . . oh, that’s not working either.
Okay, okay, time to put on my Super AmeliaJake suit and . . . it seems to have shrunk.
I am at the point of last resort: have a silent little fit and then go off and get going.