You will forgive me that I disappeared for a few days, I trust.
Wednesday was a blur of emails. I can’t find a utility in Outlook that counts how many emails I got in a given day (without making a folder, stuffing them in, letting the application count ’em, and then dragging them back out) so I’m not sure, but I think I got over fifty. In between emails, we spent the day trying to talk to people in Toronto.
Thursday was a lather/rinse/repeat of that. The besst thing about Thursday was that the Torontans (Torontoans?) worked their magic.
And even though I cannot intellectually connect to astrology, Friday was a nice example of Mercury’s retrograde-itiveness, in that while I got fewer emails, I didn’t understand any of ’em. Which may be all for the besst.
Saturday marked Parents, Interrupted (emeritus) sixty-fourth wedding anniversary. While some couples may put the ‘ick’ in stick-to-itiveness, Mom and Dad have made it look interesting, if not fun.
It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.
© E. Stocking Evans 2014
Mom, Interrupted 