Today I go to my (new and correct) skull base specialist. Even though I haven't had my ears looked at in about nine months, they're still clear, healthy and intact. I'm going back in six months for a checkup. Also, my hearing is a little better in my left ear and a little worse in my right, so it's evening out.
Then, I got back to my office, and as I tried to migrate my Mac mini away from my BlackBerry so I can ditch it for the new iPhone, I caused my calendar to be completely wiped out (which my iPhone dutifully copied). I had to drive back home and get my BlackBerry to get my calendar, and then the BlackBerry copied it over before it wiped itself. I managed to pull the plug before it wiped the calendar on the Exchange server, but it's caused a lingering problem with my Entourage calendar. At the end of the day I got it all mostly working, but I had to do some weird judo to get my 280 tasks out of the BlackBerry and into a form that could replicate to my iPhone, my Mac and on the internet (Toodledo.com plus the iPhone app Todo, if you're interested).
As I came home from work, Michelle was pretty freaked out. Turns out she found a spent bullet shell about six feet from our bedroom window when she was walking Puck. It was in the middle of the sidewalk, and she picked it up to look at it before she realized what it was.

We talked to the management, and got a "well, the manager isn't here, but she'll call you tomorrow." Seems that shootings aren't worth a call at 6pm. Wouldn't want to upset the manager after work hours, would we?
I went back to the apartment and started the lengthy process of transferring my tasks into my iPhone, when the power went out in the apartment complex. By that point, I had pretty much had it, so I went to have Mexican while carefully typing the tasks into my tiny iPhone keyboard.
That day sucked. I'm ready for the next one now.