Wed, 3 Aug 1994

Dear Diary:

I think I'm finally starting to get a few butterflies in my stomach. I was talking to Karen on the phone this morning and noticed them. It feels just like it used to feel before a game when I used to play basketball or when I would be pitching in a baseball game. It's also not unlike the first time I ever flew on a plane. Oh, well...a little nervousness is probably a good thing.

Karen and Randall are going to be visiting tomorrow night on their way to Heber Springs. That will be nice. :) I guess I get to really play the part of the hostess. I think I even have some coffee in the freezer from when April was here. Then again, Karen and Randall asked about places to eat here and I mentioned that there wouldn't be that many places open that late and the best among them was probably the Waffle House, so we might dine out.

Pam called to tell me that she realized just this morning that she couldn't take me to the airport as planned because she had National Guard drill this weekend. I'll find someone else tonight or tomorrow, I'm sure.

I talked with Tracey and Alicyn online today and it looks like everything is straightened out for the trip. Alicyn will arrive in Wisconsin by bus on Saturday and she and Tracey will pick me up at the airport in Appleton on Sunday and spend the day with me, with Alicyn staying over until Monday.

One thing that did pop into my mind today unwelcome was the realization that no one that I work with has asked for the address of the hospital. Never in the 10 years I have worked here has someone from the department had major surgery, or even minor hospitalization, for that matter, without being acknowledged by a card and flowers. I know because I remember an awful lot of $2 to $5 donations in those years. Once again, though, since I am not to receive any "special treatment," I don't get "normal treatment." I guess I didn't really expect any better, since the secretary is the one that always takes care of these things, and she can't even manage to use the correct pronouns when she takes messages for me. :/ One more event that shows that I am definitely not appreciated here.

Love and Peace,

Robyn

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