the dreaded schedule

Today (Wednesday, December 13) has turned into a logistical nightmare, as seems to quite often happen since I retired.
The surfeit of appointments and errands has gotten so big we have to refer to “the schedule” before making an appointment.
Errands get tacked onto dog-walks and PT-gym workouts. The PT-gym is Canandaigua-errands since it’s in Canandaigua.
The desired PT-gym workout today is scotched by the need to do a blood-test this morning, and a dental-cleaning this afternoon.
The blood-test I can’t put off since another medical appointment needs the results next week.
The dental-cleaning was scheduled weeks ago. I can’t delay it now — 24-hour notice. And if I’d delayed it yesterday, who knows when it would get done.
Linda’s colonoscopy is Friday, which scotches another PT-gym workout. I’m her driver, which is required.
I called the Honda-store yesterday and got the automoton. The oil on the CR-V needed to be changed months ago — I hadn’t noticed. They do it free, but I have to schedule an appointment.
Referring to the dreaded “schedule;” next Wednesday is out, because that’s the doctor-appointment.
“So when would you like to do it?” automoton asked. “We have 8:30 to 11:30 a.m. and 1:30 to 4:30 p.m. on Thursday.”
“How about Thursday morning?” I said. “No, wait a minute. I can’t do that. All mornings are out.” (PT-gym and elitist country-club.)
Automoton gets exasperated if you sound disorganized. Obviously stroke-effects are not allowed.
I don’t have three hours today between the blood-test and the dental-cleaning. If the PT-gym is not the full three hours, it’s a waste of time.
A 30-45 minute trip to Wal*Mart translates to late-to-bed. I also have to hit the funky-food-market after the dentist (same neighborhood) — and the Messenger Christmas party is this Friday night.