I cannot eat or drink anything this morning, because I am going to have blood work done. And then I have to go directly to work. I get up four and a half hours before I start work, so that is four and a half hours during which I should have had a cup of tea and will not have done so. I obviously cannot be expected to say anything clever or even remotely interesting under these circumstances. I also will not be able to go to the gym, that is clear. I am tired of cleaning my house, day after day, only to find it completely trashed again by the time I get home from work (I am bad-tempered and whiny before I have my tea). What is more, xanga is not in a picture- or book-showing mood today, so I cannot show you the things I had planned to discuss this morning.

Given all this, it is clear that my only choice is to get everyone else out of the house and then knit until time to go to the doctor.