After getting up this morning, I (in chronological order):
- Fed the boy breakfast.
- Walked a mile to get the car.
- Dropped off the car for its overdue annual inspection.
- Walked home.
- Fed myself and K breakfast.
- Walked to the boy's baseball game.
- Talked with K while looking at the boy's baseball game.
- Walked home.
- Reheated leftover BBQ for lunch.
- Bid a sad farewell to K.
- Walked with the boy to pick up the newly-inspected car.
- Drove to the storage space.
- Brought to the car two window air conditioners and three large bins of crap that I need to sort.
- Drove to Garden City in more than an hour of bumper-to-bumper traffic.
- Bought a hockey stick for the boy.
- Ate dinner at the food court.
- Bought nearly all of the Monster Rehab that the Target in Garden City had in stock.
- Drove back to Brooklyn.
- Reinstalled the A/Cs in my ex's apartment.
- Drove home.
- Carried the three large bins of crap and 32 cans of Monster up three flights of stairs.
- Got the boy into bed.
- Decided the best way to get off of my own case about everything that I needed to do today, but didn't, was to make a list of everything that I did.
Besides the above, I repeatedly throughout the day:
- Giggled to myself at the name "Dicks Sporting Goods".
- Missed K.