Waiting

Oh my, what a day.
We were pretty clear when it began. There were three things to do.

1. Vote.
2. Drive to Augusta for an appointment with Tal's dermatologist.
3. Drive to Columbia for a meeting with our financial planner.

The voting part went well and we arrived in Augusta early enough for a great cup of coffee at Mocha Mahn, a coffee shop in the same building with the doctor's office.

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.