Returning to work tomorrow! Hope I can last the day. Pop is depressed
and said, "Are you sure you are up to it? You have been pretty sick. I
guess this is it for me. The party's over."
"The party, Pop? I wasn't
aware of any festivities going on."
"Well, I like having you home.
It was fun having you around. Now, that's over. I hate seeing you work
until 9 at night."
I will tell my sisters to step up their phone calls
tomorrow! Glad to be going back and instilling The Fear of Ms. B in
our miscreants, the very ones that made me cry with their sweet
supplications of Come Back!