One More Fly in the Ointment

My youngest wants to learn to play racquetball. I thought we could play today; instead we went to see Inception, and I had some customers to take care of. We'll probably play racquetball tomorrow.

This is a shorts event, which means I really shouldn't shave my legs until afterwards.

Time is getting short.

It seems I spend half my life making plans and the other half changing them. I know, I'm not alone.