. . .Oh, What a Relief It Is

It seems as if every little thing has become a major cause for concern since Mr. Fixit's diagnosis. Sometimes I don't realize how uptight I get. The refill for his meds was promised for Thursday. As the day worn on, I began to get a little worried. By 3:00 pm, I was worried that something had stalled the delivery. What if they lost it? What if the company had decided to drop production? You can see how nuts I get. By 4:30, I looking through the literature to see what procedure to follow if it didn't come. Finally, just before 5:00 pm, the Fedex man rang the doorbell. If about that time yesterday you heard a strange noise, it was only my sigh of relief.