I was able to get a bunch done at work. I was hyper focused and my lists had lists to keep me on task! I met a friend for a late lunch. We sat outside at the restaurant for a couple hours enjoying a nice chat and the sunshine and beautiful weather. It was a good visit. I did my grocery pick up, stopped at the liquor store to get Paul’s wine. Chatted with Kendall, who works there. Paul was on his way to check out a car for Kendall. It was in Syracuse. He got hung up in traffic and called me to vent about it. He had some colorful language (not judging because mine can be worse in a traffic situation). He was worried that he was going to be late to meet up with the seller. I hate that kind of stress. I am sure there is a more official description, but I call it “time stress”. When you don’t want to be late, but you are running late. That feeling of anxiety that twirls in the air. I would rather be 30 minutes early than 5 minutes late. I feel like my time is as valuable as...
This is our family's story of Ethan's heart transplant journey