perfect timing

I’ve had this window opened on my computer for a couple of hours now and still haven’t typed anything.
I never made it to the beach yesterday, the OI girl had a stomach ache, and I went to the doctors with her. It was perfect timing, she called me at quarter till twelve, 15 minutes before I was leaving, I drove home, followed her to the doctors, which is about 5 minutes walk from where I work. Then I sat in the waiting room with her and waited while she saw the doctor. We got done just in time for me to go back to work.
I feel like having a hard time analyzing my view of reality right now.
And that’s all I have to say.