This week has been rather hectic.
Sometimes its necessary to pick the right path across the week, predicting where one will be and juggling hours to fit things in. Back on Sunday I'd driven somewhere only to be greeted with a message that suggested I needed to be somewhere different.
It was an error by the sender, who had inadvertently set up meetings that clashed horribly with my schedule.
There was little I could do on Sunday evening but make a plaintive request to a voicemail to get things rejigged. It all worked out in the end, so I have been able to happily hop-scotch my way along the week.
It's all about picking the right coloured stones. They may all look the same from a distance, but up close they can be very different.