It was busy yesterday.
Yesterday was the first time that I missed the outgoing mail truck.
That’s something that’s recoverable….we can get the mail somewhere where another truck can pick it up….but it’s not something that you want to happen.
Yesterday was the first time that I delivered mail in the dark.
It’s too dark to see at night….hard to deliver the mail accurately when you can’t see the letters.
(I could see….I turned on the light inside the car….)
I had to make an additional trip to the old post office to drop off their mail….and then had to deliver a small handful of really big packages (hah! “a small handful”? a truckload….) before I came back to our office to get the rest of the mail and deliver it.
Those “second trips” are killers…if I’m going to make it back in time.
Even after making the extra trip, my Jeep was so overfilled (after I came back to “reload”) that I couldn’t see out of it.
It’s dangerous driving like that.
It was so full that, until I delivered a bunch of it, I couldn’t even get to my bones.
Like delivering the mail, my life is pretty predictable.
I have a route with a fairly consistent set of conditions and outcomes.
My dogs get and expect a bone when I pull up to the mailbox.
Day in and day out, they have expectations.
Yesterday was the first time that I had to tell them that I couldn’t give them a bone.
THAT JUST ABOUT BROKE BOTH OF OUR HEARTS.
It was too busy yesterday….crazy busy.
What’s life come to when you can’t even stop and smell the roses…..and get to your bones?
There’s got to be a better way….at least, that’s what the dogs said yesterday.