I was a good girl

Today I was a good girl and scheduled my mammogram. It's one of those evil things that can save a life, so I never miss one. I grouch all day, but I go. It's so undignified, really.

It was probably a mistake for me to try to plan two trips at once when I can't handle one at a time. My daughter is constantly calling me to see if we are going to Las Vegas or not. Her friend would be calling too, but she must not have my number. I can't find a backup dog sitter for that time period yet. I can't even decide what jammies I will wear tonight, so packing is not going well. Chicago is on; Las Vegas/Los Angeles is iffy, and it is supposed to be in two weeks. A friend has possibly offered her time share suite in Las Vegas if we go, and I would really hate to lose that option. I promised my daughter decisions would be made by tomorrow.

I decided to skip the six hour drive to Chicago and fly instead. This will involve an hour drive to the doggy camp, a two hour drive from there to Metro Detroit airport, a two hour wait to be there early enough for security, and a one hour flight. You do the math.

You kind journalers can decide among yourselves which of you will take the dogs in two weeks. I promise to be grateful forever. It did do my heart good to hear y'all say you would watch them if you were closer.

Tomorrow I start coaching a digital imaging class. It's a good thing I am not teaching since I will be missing at least one session. There will be a digital formatting class coming after that one for me to coach. Coaches provide one-on-one hands on assistance to the senior citizens in the class who are having difficulty keeping up with the program. I enjoy it actually more than the classes I teach.