Bother bother bother!

My brain has done one of those time-slippage foul-ups. Somehow I got it fixed in my memory that Halima's memorial service was at 5:00, and just now when I went to print out the directions, there it is staring me in the face: 4:00 pm. So there's no way I could get to Palo Alto in time. I don't know how long the service is going to last, but at this point I figure there's a good chance I'd show up just when it was over. And with the rain, it's probably better not to be out on the highway feeling in a hurry and frustrated. Bother, bother bother. Sorry for not making it. This morning when I got dressed, I took the little enameled butterfly charm that she was giving out at her laurel vigil and put it on a chain to wear for the day. And then I can't even get the time right. Normally I'm so paranoid about being places on time. Well, come to think of it, this is exactly why I'm so paranoid about being places on time. (It's not quite as drastic as the time in college when my brain transposed a final exam to the day after it was scheduled for.)