We finished breakfast. DH heated his second cup of coffee 'to go'. I put sheets in the dryer and got ready to take him to the train.

YELP! Our Westie scooted along the floor enough to pull out two of his stitches. I grabbed him, cleaned him up a bit and put him in the car to take to the vet after dropping DH at the station.

We were in sight of the station, turning left at a 4-way stop. I started my turn as a south-bound car ran her stop sign, going 40 MPH. Whew! Lucky us, not to get hit!

Dropped the dog at the vet. Came home. Turned on the computer. American Airlines notified me they've changed our flight to Maui -- again -- and we'll have a six hour layover in Honolulu on our way home. I call them. I talk to one representative for five minutes before she realizes I'm NOT the passenger flying to Newark. Forty-five minutes later, I get the route fixed -- only a three hour layover.

The vet calls. I must pick up Eliot immediately, before they close at noon. I make it there in time to pay the $135 bill. I get home, make the bed, settle the dog, get back in the car to pick up DH, arriving on the 12:30 train.

Since then...all OK. Wait! The cooktop just shorted out.

(sigh)