Propping up a dodgy memory

Last night (or rather early this morning) I made some wishful-thinking plans for today. As always this involved the important spoon items: getting up, breakfast, shower, dressing. I can't take those for granted, but I was hopeful. After that would come the drive to work, some paid employment, and then the drive home. After that I hoped to get some horse time.

( So what did we get done this fine Tuesday? )