Today I'm at the office in the Old Port district studying the Occupational Safety unit I need to complete toward my massage school requirements. Boring but important. Headed out at 3 for a massage that never happened due to a scheduling glitch. So, I walked back down the brick sidewalk in the rain.
BUT....as some like to say, it all happens for a reason.
As soon as I got my (still hypertonic) bum in my chair at the office the phone rang. "Special delivery coming up in a moment," said my husband's voice. Minutes later the boys walked in bearing brown wax paper bags with home made donuts in them. Four of them. Homemade. Enough to get fat on.
Thanks, guys!
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