Yesterday I was working from home because the undercarriage of my car is falling off more and more dramatically and I shouldn’t drive it on the highway all that much, I think, lest something really gets banged up. So we were going to take my car to the shop.
And then poor Seven was sick instead, and his mom first brought him to work and then brought the poor button to our house clutching a garbage can full of barf.
So I didn’t get the car over here, we didn’t pick up the motorcycles from their shakedown service, and I didn’t suit up in tyvek and cut down all the poison ivy in the side yard when it quit raining. That last thing was just me being lazy, though, really.