Business travel booked. Bills paid. House cleaned. A busy morning, but I’d managed to complete my most pressing tasks. I breathed a sigh of relief. The summer is when the business I run with my husband requires the most attention, and church and family obligations fill my days. Sometimes I think my busy brain could use a personal assistant, to make sure everything’s covered. Then I looked at the clock. 1:31 PM. For some reason, the time made me uneasy. Is there something I forgot to do?
All I could think of was my appointment to meet with the party planner, Dianne, and the venue manager, Steve, at Paradise Gardens, a gorgeous, tropically-themed outdoor event and banquet space way up in northern San Diego County, where I was organizing the second anniversary dinner of my volunteer group. That wasn’t until 6 PM.
I pulled up my schedule. Sure enough, 6 PM, meeting with Steve. There were no events that day and the facility was locked, so he’d meet Dianne and me at the gate to let us in and show us around. Only… I’d jotted down my meeting with Dianne for 1:30!
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