I was supposed to attend a walk-a-thon today for one of the local drug rehabilitation places. I was playing on "City of Heroes", and thought I had just enough time for a twenty minute bath before heading out. So I sat in the bath reading "Quicksilver" with the cat as usual looking on mystified (he tried some of the bath water but then gagged. Incidently, he insists on watching me as I go to the bathroom. He gets very upset if he can't come in with me and meows at the door very sadly and scratches). Anyway, when I got out of the tub, I realized I was fifteen minutes late. Then I went to the wrong location.

So instead of go on a walk-a-thon, I bought a clock for the bathroom. I'll have to just make a donation at some point. I feel bad though and am concerned that I will get some bad feelings from other members of the drug court team. Oh well. My time in the bath has been what has been making me late recently. Hopefully, the clock will cure it.