Took a scheduled day off from work today. I had a spot on my arm that was bothering me (thinking omg,C). I was told by the young woman that set my appointment that I should come in on Tuesday. I scheduled the day off accordingly, but when I arrived at the front counter the young woman informed me, "no it should be on Friday." I was a little put out, having taken a day off and it showed. They saw me anyway. My doctor is an old, friendly guy that's really a pleasure to see, at any rate. The spot was nothing, thank goodness. It worked out good, because my brother, who is seldom off from work, it seems, was off and I got to spend a little time with him. There was, also, business that needed to be attended to; business of the familial sort.
Now it's late and the sun is down and the heat is flying off the face of the earth, heavenward. Plant life must be breathing a sigh of relief now and thinking in their own botanical way the sun has began its descent to the horizon sooner today than yesterday. The leaves of trees and the blades of grass comforting one another with thoughts of the promise of cooler weather.