I was cheerfully writing up the latest instalment of
Beyond the Pale last night when the phone rang for the second time. The first time had been
luvenditti with some fun news. However, I wasn't expecting any calls, and I came close to ignoring the phone. Then I remembered that I had resolved not to ignore my phone as much, so I picked up.
It was the president of my dancing club. Turns out I was scheduled to volunteer last night but hadn't written it down in my agenda. Oops. So I left the apartment like a bat out of hell, and arrived only about twenty minutes late. Oops again. So much for going to bed early.
Luckily the class ended early, and I managed to get to bed by 11:00. It's not quite the 9:30 bedtime I'd been planning, since there will be no time for me to sleep in for a few weeks after this, nor to go to bed early, for that matter. But it was still a reasonable hour.
Organizational skills obviously need some work. Gah.
There's more, but I may reserve that for another post. Today is turning out to be equal parts stress and unremitting boredom.