The plan was to go to Tom's house in the morning, take him to church, then out to lunch afterwards (he does very well in restaurants). Half a mile from our house we got a call from his home: He was down with the flu, as were his housemates. So we went home. We skipped church and spent the time taking down the Christmas Tree: 12th Night has come and gone, it was time.
Then I got a phone call from work: There was a crisis with my employer's web site, and I had to cope with the database part. This took about two hours off and on, but turned out OK. It was exhausting but satisfying: I had screwed up big time last Thursday, and today I felt I did something to redeem myself to the same team. More about work in another post, maybe.
The rest of the afternoon