We were pretty clear when it began. There were three things to do.
- Drive to Augusta for an appointment with Tal's dermatologist.
- Drive to Columbia for a meeting with our financial planner.
Before we'd finished sipping, though, things ceased going so well. The appointment time came and went, by quite a while. The receptionist could offer no hint as to how long we might be kept sitting there. After two hours Tal's name was called. I breathed a sigh of relief and settled back into the book I was reading . After forty-five minutes he reappeared and with a "let's go" headed for the elevator ... still not having seen the doctor and no one "in the back" able to advise him where he was in line. I don't think we'll be going back.
A comfort lunch of BLTs, sweet potato fries and milk made the day look better. And, the Columbia portion of the day went off without a hitch.
Waiting. Being kept waiting is hard; sometimes it's unavoidable. I don't know what happened today in Augusta. I do know that Tal kept his cool and in the end did what he needed to do. So, all things considered it, was a good day from start to finish.