Try, try again

Dear Dan,

I don’t know what was going on today, but the world conspired against my making the trip. Was that you?

By the time the computer was ready, it was almost 9:30. Then I went to get into the elevator but there was something wrong. I pressed the call button, heard the elevator arrive, but the doors didn’t open. I pressed two more times before the doors opened. I got in and the doors wouldn’t close. I pushed the button two more times and still nothing. At that point I got out. I was afraid the doors would close and the car wouldn’t go anywhere. Then I could spend all day trapped in an elevator!

I called my injured co-worker and she said that I should wait until Monday. The weather will be better; I’ll have the computer. I will also be able to leave earlier and maybe spend some time with her before her PT session and I have to turn around and drive back.

So let’s wash rinse and repeat for Monday. Okay, Danno?
Happy birthday again, my brother. I love you.

Happy birthday

Dear Dan,
I wish you were here. I miss you every single day.

Please help me out today. I hate driving the Turnpike. I especially hate driving it in the rain. Add to that, it’s just over a week since A’ndrea had her accident while driving the Turnpike in the rain.

Mom is nervous and that’s making me nervous. There were problems with A’s laptop, so I wasn’t able to get it yesterday and have to wait until 8:00 to get that and leave. I’ve never driven Philly alone. But if I miss a turn, I do know how to do the “get off, turn around” thing and that never adds to my stress level. Funny, but needing to get it right the first time does. I guess that’s a little of my OCD kicking in.

Anyway, if you could just hang out with me today, I’d really appreciate it. I’ll watch my speed and you keep asshat drivers away from me, K?

Love you, bro. And I hope there’s a big party for you where you are. Happy birthday!