Running like mad to stay in place

I enjoy being able to run errands on my bike at lunch. Really I do. I hadn't quite counted on today's lunch hour involving: 1) up to the credit union to make a deposit; 2) over to the grocery store to pick up stuff for tomorrow's picnic dinner before the play; 3) home to drop off the groceries -- more convenient than sticking them in the break room fridge and besides which it's on the way to ... 4) post office to buy stamps and mail stuff. Needless to say, lunch was consumed while working on reports. The groceries should have been fit in after getting home from the gym, but the painter called about getting started and I wanted to get the contract signed and discuss some practical details, and he thought 8pm was pushing too close to his bedtime. (And 7pm was much more convenient for walking around the house discussing bits of pruning and plant rearrangement; locations of electrical outlets; etc.) I reminded him of the unwritten stipulation in the contract that any time I uttered the words "I'll take care of that myself" he was to whap me upside the head until I came to my senses.

The picnic dinner before tomorrow's Cal Shakes play will be ... oops, time to go check on the chicken. ( Ok, all good. )