Priorities

Dreamt last night that we had a morning kickball game, so I was trying to email work to tell them I'd be late. My phone was acting up, so I kept not actually getting the email out. En route to the game, Jim and I stopped in some shop thing where he tried the stir fry steak and peppers on sample. The woman behind the counter, and 60something year old white woman, tried to convince us to pose for some erotic photos, and showed us the examples starring her. We escaped from that horrifying display to the kickball field, when I suddenly realized it was 11:15 and I still hadn't contacted work. Email still wasn't working, so I called the Helpdesk line to talk to Julie. She picked up, but I had the hardest time hearing her - then I realized I was talking to her on a fortune cookie, not a phone. She had a bunch of questions about Boston that I couldn't answer, plus it was my turn to kick. Couldn't get to the plate in time, so Whitney pinch hit.