If you just received my post “Office Hours: So what if we come apart,” it’s my mistake. I intended to send it out first thing tomorrow. I’m still fiddling with it, so please disregard.
(Brain fog? Distraction? Old age? I seem to be more prone to error, although none as yet disastrous.)
Apologies.
If this is the worst mistake you make all day, it will be a pretty good day.
Men who can apologize are rare and special. We are all distracted, I suspect. In one store, I am known as a "wise woman" since I am of a certain age. So nice not to be called a senior, an OAP, elderly or the worst is "old"! We have time to give to things that are important when younger people have no time, such as helping high school seniors to register to vote :)