And scheduling, you unseen and unsung work horse that’s plowing this entire operation forwards, we see you too. Juggling more flights than ever before, with your 97th sick call on the line, and a nor’easter up the coast, and you, just a single mom who works too hard, who loves her kids, and never stops…
…that last part was indeed the intro to the hit show Reba, sorry, I got a little off topic; my mother just arrived and my wife is hyperventilating.
Just know, we see you all, we thank you all; if it’s any consolation, she’s no longer your problem, and we’ll be thinking of you as I down my 3rd glass of red as the very woman who prompted this letter asks me incredulously if I’ve had enough, and informs me that my father had more money and hair at my age, while my wife carves the turkey with a disturbing amount of gusto.
Happy Holidays to us all!