birthday call

  My birthday was on a Wednesday this year.  Mid-week it was, so off to work I went; just another day at the office, the usual routine.  That was my attitude.  I should say, that was my chosen attitude. There was an envelope sitting on my desk.  I knew it was the office birthday card, in which all my colleagues write a brief birthday greeting.  “Ah, the birthday card,” I thought, “the special birthday card that everyone gets.  That’s nice.” A few minutes later my wife, Jean, called.  “Good Morning.… Continue reading birthday call