He finally got back to his store today, but when I went by to check on him, it took me but a few minutes before I started tallking him into closing and going home.
A cutomer of mine, whom I've known for 50 years since he was born, came by yesterday, and I thought about his extended hand before I shook it. Got to stock up on hand disenfectant!
I live so alone that one could call me a hermit, and I work flexible hours, but live at the family farm HQ . When my brother doesn't see my pickup move by lunch, he calls me. If I'm too sick to asnwer, he comes in the backdoor and hollars. I'll call my office to let them know I'm not coming in and to hold calls they would normally forward to my cell phone. I just don't call family, as they'll talk too much.
When my bro leaves for a trip, he tells his son and hired hand to make sure my pickup moves by lunch. I always advise family when I leave town for the weekend, where they can reach me and when I should be back. I may need to reinforce this system as I keep getting older?
