.oh my dayplanner.

I really should not go anywhere without it.
Or talk to anybody without it.
Or think about doing anything without examining it.

Normally I do pretty well. I'm bizarrely meticulous with all of my list-making and note-taking – but every once in awhile I slip up and write something down on the wrong day, or write down the wrong time (or miss that the time of something has changed) or make plans without double checking and double book myself and don't figure it out until the day before.

Needless to say I've done it again.
The opening at the Springfield Museum of Art I was so determined to drive three hours to attend?
November 16th.
Same night as Raqs Bohéme.

So I suppose that's settled...