Disappearing day

In spite of the fact I was up bright and early at 5:30, this day has disappeared on me.

I blame it on the brownie (almost) fiasco, from which I have taken three important facts:

1. Never attempt to bake brownies (even box brownies) before having coffee.
2. Never assume the cooking time on the box is correct.
3. Never, ever cut brownies until they are absolutely, completely, not-a-ghost-of-warmth-left cold.

The brownies were made to offer to a friend who was coming for coffee around 9:30. Shortly before then, I made two phone calls - one to schedule a service appointment for the car, one to change the date of a doctor appointment. When I got off the phone after forty-five minutes of computer menus and scratchy muzak nightmares, I was signed up to schedule service appointments by phone (I'm pretty sure that was for the car, not the doctor), but my friend was not yet here.

The reaction when she heard my voice on the phone was priceless - a perfect peri-menopausal moment for her. She did come over, and we had a grand time yakking, drinking cinnamon coffee and nibbling on rather too squishy brownies.

After she left, the day just...disappeared. I know I ate lunch. A number of chapters were read in a book I will post about tomorrow. The garbage was taken out. Dinner was made (burning my hand in the process - the stove does not like me today). I've been working on the cape, but looked up to see it is close to bedtime.

And I do need my sleep. That service appointment? It's at 6 a.m.