I just got out of the Medicaid review... but have something quick to tell.
While I was sitting in my office with the 2 ladies I was meeting with, a flower delivery person showed up at my office door.
"Is there a Betsey here?"
Yes, I admit my interest is piqued. I signed for them and opened the envelope. The card reads:
"Hope this picks you up. Mr. W."
This falls in the middle of mayhem. While in my meeting, D6's special ed teacher called to tell me that she is sick. I can't come, so I call Mr. W., who agrees to head home to get her. I called him back after the ladies left and thanked him for the flowers.
He replied, "You're welcome, and I'm sorry about everything."
Then he proceeded to ask for my cooperation tonight--he asked me to skip the gym because he has to head back to the office to handle something sticky. Well, I'm in dire need of a workout, but I agreed... maybe I'll ride the exercise bike for a spell.
Thanks for your comments and know I'll be back soon. I just need some time to sort through stuff and not offer advice to others.
Hugs to all,
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
