Thirty-one plus twenty-eight do not make sixty, no matter how many rows ago you added them together.
In other words, kids, try this at home. I was diving into a new project while keeping one eye on the door for the nurse to call me back to the exam room; when you’re waiting for an appointment, it all becomes bistro mathematics.
A few minutes later, needles mid-row and set aside, the doctor’s phone buzzed while we were talking; she instantly hesitated and then quickly apologetically explained to me that her sister was between two fires in Texas, not evacuated yet…
Answer! Please!
She grabbed it and checked.
Nope. Not her, at least not yet.
I cannot sing the praises of that good doctor enough to begin to tell it. Given how wonderfully passionately she has taken care of me for twenty years, that was the least I could do to take care of her and her own back.
Y’all take care of yourselves out there, y’hear?