I guess I got it wrong. McCartney’s birthday was the 18th, not Saturday, as I thought. Shame on me. I never was good with numbers, though.
Jury Duty
This is the week. On Friday I was told to check in between noon and 1:00 today. Today I’ve been told to check between 11:00 and 12:00 tomorrow morning. I think this pretty much guarantees I can teach my students tomorrow at least. I’m hoping I’ll also get to teach the Wednesday four. It seems likely, but I’ll know for sure (I hope!) around noon, eh? What with no other income but my teaching I really need the work, and even more importantly I hate canceling students.
But even more fun is the fact that I get to see my dentist tomorrow morning at 10:00. Aren’t you jealous? Or not. It’s just a cleaning appointment, but I know I’ll have to have a tooth worked on and I’m hoping he can quickly do it while I’m there so I don’t have to go back. I really dislike going to have work done, but I know something’s wrong and I’m tired of favoring my left side to avoid any pain on the right.
And finally … the Giants are ahead, 2-1. So far. Of course it’s only the end of the first.
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