I woke up early this morning, showered, put on my housecoat and house shoes, and settled down in my recliner to drink my coffee and read for an hour before work.
I don't know if I'd had my first sip before the telephone rang.
A call at 5 a.m. is seldom good news.
It was Nanny. She said, "I need help."
I grabbed my keys and ran.
She came to the door with a bloody towel on her face. She had face-planted on the floor. There was blood everywhere. She was sure her nose was broken.
I said, "Sit down and hold your head back, and let me get you some ice."
She would not sit down, kept trying to mop up blood with a wet towel, using her foot. I kept saying, "Nanny, SIT DOWN!" and finally she did, and I took over the mopping. After a few minutes, my sister-in-law called. She is a nurse and was on her way to work. We agreed that Nanny probably ought to be checked out at the hospital. I said I'd take her. About that time, The Husband came in. I left Nanny with him and went home to put on some clothes. When I got back, my sister-in-law was there and said she'd take over the hospital visit.
I went on to work. The Husband texted mid-morning that Nanny did have a broken nose but was otherwise okay.
Despite all the morning frenzy, I made good progress on Phase II, Part A. By 1:30, my feet were killing me, and I called it quits on the sorting. I brought a box of mystery files home with me.
This is a much better view than the nasty old file room. |
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