Mid-Afternoon, Mid-Valley, Mid-Crazy

Home at noon after a nurturing morning of Pilates, knitting group, and a phone call to SoozaDay (who I miss every day, but forget phones are for talking), I got a call from Eric that he'd locked his keys in his truck way down there south of Salem at his brother's. So I hopped in the car and drove down so he could get to a meeting in Brooks and an orchestra rehearsal in Beaverton before day's end.
I drove back home and settled in for the evening, only to get another call from Eric: his reading glasses were in my car and he needed directions to a Dollar Tree store near him for a quick pair. Text on his phone was too small to read and we don't have a Siri habit.