Yesterday afternoon, I had an appointment with my primary care physician.  This was to obtain a clearance for the foot surgery I have scheduled for February 6.

As I checked in, Rachel was at the desk.  She looked at me and said, “Charles?”  I’m not usually greeted by my given name.  It’s been 56 years since Sylvia changed my name to Chuck.  That’s what most people call me.

Nevertheless, I answered, “Yes.”

Rachel then said, “Boy, am I glad to see you.”

Incredulously, “You are?”

With a flashing eye, a grin and a chuckle, “Yes, you are the last patient for today.”

“Monday?”

“Yes, they are the worst.”  We both laugh.

I suppose she’s right.  It’s hard to tell.  Since retirement, my Mondays seem to be no problem at all–most of the time. 😉

I’m cleared for surgery next week.  I see the podiatrist on Friday.