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Yesterday: copy and mail tax stuff to accountant; copy cookie receipts and checks; make half dozen phone calls regarding trip east next week; mail boxes of cookies; pick up YG; take dog to get cast removed; drop YG at tutoring class; go back for now-unfettered dog; notice it is pouring buckets; notice, also, that front right tire is flat; call AAA; wait with damp dog in car until AAA arrives and fixes tire; pick up now-cranky YG; arrive with cookie paperwork at "Reconciliation" (the paperwork meeting: "cookies received-cookies returned = $ turned in") and got right with the Lords of Cookies; returned home and began swilling Gatorade and Osmo-Prep pills to get ready for today's colonoscopy; between slurps of Gatorade, receive more returned cookies from parents of overoptimistic Girl Scouts; spend rest of evening dealing with effects of Osmo-Prep.

This morning: up at five; get everyone out of the house; take Emily to Dog-Day Care; get dropped off at GI Center; have IV inserted; long, pleasant grog while, apparently medical procedure took place; awakened enough to dress and be driven home, where I went back to sleep; YG returned from school on her own, bearing Dark Chocolate M&Ms and Milano cookies; I slept some more. Rose and re-dressed around 6pm. Don't intend to be particularly ambitious for the rest of the day.

Tomorrow, back to the more usual drag.