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Dec. 21st, 2017 12:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI just HATE it when my parents call me at work, because it generally means Dad's in the hospital. Fortunately that's not what it meant this time. This time it was "They're working on the bridge in New London and we just sat in traffic for half an hour before we even got to the bridge, so can you take the train in and out of Mystic instead?" Fortunately I can. And fortunately I can still travel on the same days I intended to be traveling to and from New London. AND, I'm now leaving late enough on Saturday so I can feed the cats before I leave, so they won't need anything until Sunday morning. Now all I have to do is get myself calmed down again, because for a while there I thought I was going to be spending Christmas visiting Dad in the hospital.
Between this and the Patriots game last Sunday and the person sneaking up behind me at work in the middle of last week, I'm getting used to the feeling of having nearly swallowed my tongue. Which is not a pleasant feeling in the slightest.
Between this and the Patriots game last Sunday and the person sneaking up behind me at work in the middle of last week, I'm getting used to the feeling of having nearly swallowed my tongue. Which is not a pleasant feeling in the slightest.
