An Unpleasant Reminder
I find it just before I leave on some errands. A crumpled memo, with Sean’s R’s mother’s phone number on it, requests a phone conference. It’s at least two weeks old, if not older. Another reminder that I haven’t made a single outreach to any parents. The most current log is due on the Wednesday I return from vacation. Today and tomorrow are my last days of rest before then.
I drop the memo. Walk out the door. Try to forget the sudden nagging sensation that’s strangely arisen.
two days early
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