An Olive Garden gift card I had mailed out last week finally arrived yesterday, nine days after my dear friend Peg mailed it from Chicago. But I'm led to understand that a good time was had by the card's recipient, and, as the old saying which I just made up goes, it's always nice to bring a little pasta and bread sticks into someone's life.
I had my CNIB exit interview yesterday afternoon. It was my chance to be frank about some things, say a few things I thought needed to be said. I hope I did so in a polite and respectful way, and I hope I was able to adequately reflect the genuine esteem and high respect I have for Sean, my boss.
What else? I fell asleep in my chair at home again last night. When I woke up I chatted on Skype for quite some time, after starting in on a new book to read. It's a humorous book of short stories about golf, if you can believe it. and I hate golf. But the book's a good one.
Well, volunteer's arrived, so I'm off. Take care everyone.