I have made the annual pilgrimage to the mammographers. My mammals have been grammed. It just doesn't get any less uncomfy, but I suppose it's worth it.
Sarcasm Girl had a job interview today. I had a mammogram, then wrote 700+ words. The dog got a run in before the skies opened. The Spouse had a networking lunch. Avocado is on her way home.
Think I'll make pasta for dinner: something warm and comfy.