I will soon head outside, which I look forward to, since it's cool and breezy again today.
I'm going to pick up a prescription for some eyedrops. I picked up the same prescription yesterday. And then I left the bottle on my desk, where I'd remember to use it this morning. I remembered — but the bottle was gone. I was on my hands and knees all morning, hunting with a flashlight. I asked Harris what he did with it; he was not forthcoming. He curls up and sleeps between us in the mornings now, which I suppose he considers full atonement for any crimes he commits beforehand.
It's hard to get replacement prescriptions: insurance doesn't cover them unless the pharmacist calls and pleads idiocy on your behalf. I won't know if she succeeded, or if my eye drops will cost $7 or $25, until I get there.
But I'm sure the missing bottle will turn up as soon as I get home.
But before I go out. I must vacuum. If you read this blog with any regularity, you know I always have to vacuum. I hate it. But I'm not just overdue — I was making my lunch and dropped a glass, which shattered into a million tiny bits all over the kitchen. I have no idea how it happened; it was over in about two seconds. At least I remembered to be very calm and quiet as I herded three cats into the bedroom, away from the mess, and shooed Wendy under the sofa. She doesn't let us pick her up without a struggle.
I swept it all up and I'll vacuum for extra insurance. I should wash the kitchen floor — after I got a second glass, I reached into the fridge for my nice, full pitcher of iced tea, and poured it all over the floor and my foot.
I can't wait to see what happens next. And I will try not to kill myself while vacuuming, or get run on the way to CVS and the farmer's market. And Williams-Sonoma for a replacement glass or two...