As the Matron was coming upstairs after running some errands, midmorning, she asked John if Scarlett was awake . . . as in from the night before. He said, "I wanted to wake her but didn't because I thought you wouldn't want me to."
Hmmm . . .the Matron sees that she is calling the shots even when she is not around.
Gingerly (because God only knows what will happen next) the Matron roused Scarlett who screamed, "It's 10:30! How can you wake me up at 10:30!" She had no alternative time line. The Matron was simply erring. (but did she mention that they are trying to fix the midnight bedtime problem with this one?)
Later, the Matron and her offspring happened to get stuck in traffic. As in jam, accident, the whole catastrophic event. Stryker ranted and raved: he had computer action to tend to. There was craigslist to peruse, e-bay to haunt, new hulu offerings every instant. But here HE WAS STUCk -without wi-fi---in a minivan.
Stryker: "WHY DID YOU GO THIS WAY? Couldn't you have picked a better route?!!"
A student from her online summer class sent her a message, complaining that her (poor) grade was the result of a semester that was, in sum, "super confusing." It appears the Matron was confusing this poor student all summer long, but was just notified of her sloppy teaching when that C arrived.
Grandma Mary called to complain that her dog had recently become sort of yappy and unpleasant: "She picked that up at your house, you know."
Considering the day, the Matron is going to have a wild good time tonight--she'll tally her carbon footprint and then catalog everything she owns made by starving children!