I had a plan for the day; really I did

[hrj]

The theory was that I'd spend the day making some progress on one of my stale investigations, spend lunch editing the 'Zoo paper, maybe go out in the evening to see Iron Man 2. Instead the morning starts with the ominous sound of clucking chickens and the skreeeeeeeeech of a guillotine blade being sharpened. Yeah, one of "those" investigations. Fortunately, I get to dodge having it assigned to me by virtue of my upcoming vacation next week; unfortunately, I got to do the preliminary running around today because the co-worker it's being assigned to is on the Sun-Wed shift. So it's put together an investigational testing plan, trace some batch genealogies and mine a bit of QC data, arrange for sample deliveries and set up the paths of communication for results, and -- just when I think I can go home -- interview a bunch of people who are dead certain they're going to be blamed for a rather expensive error. And in the mean time, I get a phone call from cryptocosm saying, "So since Dad is back in town because of the car registration glitch ..." huh? did I know this? "... how about we all get together for dinner to split the difference on the April/May birthdays?" And to make a long story shorter, I ended up being almost an hour late for dinner, between the last-minute interview and traffic, and the phone message that I left on Dad's cell about the delay no doubt will get listened to when he retrieves his phone from Stockton, where he left it when heading off for dinner.

I had a plan -- really I did. It didn't originally involve going in to work tomorrow morning to write up the notes on everything I did on the investigation so they'll be waiting for the co-worker on Sunday when he finds out what landed in his lap. Fortunately, I don't have anything else scheduled for the weekend ... besides editing the 'Zoo paper. And Iron Man 2.