So here’s my day: I wake up around 5:00 am, so happy that there is nothing on my calendar for the day. Big plans: clean out the garage, get to files that need filing, do the sink full of dishes, try to delete some of the 1,500 emails that have piled up in my inbox, prepare for a Zoom meeting with a new financial advisor, etc., etc. Maybe even have time to read a bit. For sure, feed the chipmunks on the patio. All goes along swimmingly until about 9:00 am.
Then a call from my daughter: my six-year-old granddaughter has the sniffles and is not feeling well. She can’t go to her day camp at the school. I ask: “What do you want from me?” My daughter, “I don’t know.”
— “Well she’s not well, so I can’t be with her today.”
— “I have to work from home and have a ton of meetings. I hate to think of her watching TV all day.”
— “Yup, I know. But I need to look after myself so can’t come over today.”
Half an hour later, I call back: “Well, I think I can come over at 1:00 pm. Only if we can be outside. We could go to Cold Front and get an ice cream cone. Then, we could play baseball on the front lawn. I’m happy to be with her, but we do need to stay outdoors.”
My daughter: “That is so nice. Thank you! See you at 1:00!”
And so my days go…