Tuesday morning dawns with me
At lunch time I call to check on things. W says he has been up a short time. It’s hard to walk particularly going up and down the stairs. I ask if he’d like me to bring lunch home, and he says yes so I do so. At lunch, W tells me he is calling around to handyman services to see if he can find someone to move the desk top from the truck to the garage. So far he has had no luck finding anyone who can do it on such short notice.
After lunch I return to work and try not to think about the behemoth truck sitting in my driveway. Once my work day is over I head home thinking that I am going to have to find some way of getting that
Wednesday morning W announces that he feels better and that he is going to get that desktop out of the truck all by himself. I go to work and try not to think about what could happen. Sometimes, when you least expect it, things actually go right for a change. Late morning W calls to tell me he has gotten the desktop to the garage safely and without incident. He is about to take the truck back to the rental place. He calls later to let me know that the truck has been returned, and he and N have safely returned home via the local bus system. Hallelujah!
I swear to you at that moment I was ready to sing praises to the heavens that it was all over.
[cue screechy scary music from Psycho]