Today has been something of a beating.

Don't get me wrong: I got a lot done at work, and I'm reasonably pleased with that. Not everything got done, but the important stuff did.

Remember several weeks ago when I saw that skirt that I fell in love with, and by the time I was in a position to order it, it was sold out?  It was back in stock last night, but apparently not in my size. So I emailed customer service and asked if they were planning to reorder and if so, this is the size I need. I was delighted to have a response this morning that said it was in stock; it's just that my size was not listed where I'd expected it to be. I messaged the kids here at home and asked them to give me the promo code for whichever coupon was on my desk that hadn't expired and would give me the best discount. Bam! 30% off! I ordered that baby, applied the discount, got confirmation, and two hours later received a highly apologetic email. My order was cancelled, because they'd oversold. As a consolation, they gave me another discount code good for 90 days.

You may have seen pictures of the gas lines here in Texas as a result of Harvey. I am ever so glad that I tanked the Tardis when I went to Costco on Tuesday. There were three separate lines vying for entrance to the Racetrac near my house. Blocking lanes. Clogging parking lots. Complicating intersections. It was that way at almost every gas station I passed on the way home. There will be no unnecessary driving this weekend (it's expected to get better after Labor Day). But I will be surprised if it's improved sufficiently for me to get to Knit Night next Tuesday. We shall see.

I came home in need of comfort food, so I fired up the oven and got two individual pizzas ready to bake. When I took them out of the oven, my hand slipped, and it made brief contact with the oven. The good news is that, as a result of Middlest's migraines and Fourthborn's recent surgery, there are plenty of ice packs in the freezer compartment, and I was able to ice it down almost immediately.

In happier news, on the drive home there was a car in the other lane whose driver had the windows open and her left hand up on the soft top, gently tapping out the beat to whatever was on her radio. It was lighthearted and graceful, and it heartened me. I hope she had a wonderful surprise waiting for her when she got home.

Pizza is down the hatch, and my plans for tonight include a couple of loads of laundry (there was a pile of towels on top of the washer when I went out to the garage to wash a load of whites), cutting out most or all of the pieces for the quilt blocks that need to be done on Saturday, maybe sewing a little, and definitely knitting.

Tomorrow I take Middlest to the monthly doctor visit, convey an Rx to the pharmacist, and take it and Middlest home before going in to work. I will be wearing one of my Packers shirts, and last night I polished the earrings I made in the silversmithing class in Fredericksburg. I get to wear my comfy sneakers all day. And it's payday.

This is the part where I put the clean, wet towels into the dryer so I can wash the whites and start being a cut-up.