I wanted to stop so, so badly.
After my 60th climb up the stairs, I was tired…pooped.
Man, were the excuses flowing…”I worked so hard yesterday…I’m almost 50 years old…”
But the work had to get done…today. What am I going to do, let my wife and kids do it???
So, I pressed on.
My son and daughter did too. They were real troopers.
About 5:00, after we had hauled all of the furniture that won’t fit in the smaller apartment to the storage facility, my son received a phone call…(him and that dang phone!)
It was the guy at Drexel who was going to pick him up from the airport. But he thought that Big A flew in tomorrow.
“What is their problem. I sent them your itinerary. You are flying in on Tuesday!”
When we got back to our old apartment to finish up the last load, my son check his itinerary on his computer.
“Dad, I fly out tomorrow.”
“I fly out tomorrow.”
I was stunned. For the next 15 minutes, I walked around slack jawed, shaking my head in disbelief…
“How can that be? We planned it all out!”
Eventually, disbelief faded to a begrudging acceptance.
It was then that I began to grasp the repercussions of my miscue…
I have to finish the appeal letter before I go to work tomorrow morning!!!