Is This A Sign From The Universe To Prepare My Proposed Handbasket Factory For Production?

Have I mentioned that I do not miss my landline? No more constant ringing. No more messages to review. No more scammers telling me that I'm about to be arrested for a past traffic violation in a town where I didn't go. Or that I have an order for many hundred dollars, and I should call if I want to cancel it. Or that my Windows computer has issues, and I should give permission for remote access so a company can fix it for me.

Oh, I still have scammers attempt those tactics with my cell phone. But it is right there by my side, and I can see the incoming phone number, and usually it says, "Scam Likely."

I got a call on Thursday morning, but I recognized the number. It was from the local hospital/clinic. You don't forget that number, after raising two kids into adulthood.

"Hello. Mrs. HM? This is your Nurse Practitioner's office. I see that you have your annual wellness visit coming up in December..."

"Uh. Yes."

"Would you like to schedule that now?"

"Well, I will forget it by the time December comes around. So no."

"Oh, you will get reminders."

"I always write it down, but then I forget where I put it. That's a long way off."

"Just so you know, your NP is currently booked up until August. He's pretty popular."

"Well. I can understand that. He is thorough, and makes people feel comfortable. I guess we might as well get it over with, and schedule it now."

This is how Mrs. HM scheduled an appointment for mid-December. Farmer H will not like that it's on a Friday, and will cause him to miss a morning at his Storage Unit Store to drop me off and pick me up at the door of the clinic. Of course, December is not really a booming month for the flea market business. Then again, I might not even be alive by then...