Where did I put that contractor card?
He reminded myself and others that the last time he was there, I was on my way out to dinner with my friend
My hubby woke up the other afternoon to my rifling through the evening stand. I was looking for a contractor card and I couldn’t find it. I woke up early when I had a dream about the Heating and A/C system. I needed to find the contractor card that our old Heating and A/C serviceman had given myself and others when he was last there. They had sent out a up-to-date serviceman the last time and I didn’t trust him. He was too young to be able to do the task our old tech had done. I had everything torn out of the evening stand, and I was heading to the junk drawer in the kitchen when my hubby came out and wrapped his arm around my waist. He wanted to know where I was going and I told him about my dream. I was afraid that something was going to happen to our oil furnace or a/c unit, or even both, and I wanted to be prepared. He reminded myself and others that the Heating and A/C plan was up-to-date and I didn’t need to worry anymore, but that didn’t put my mind at ease. As I rifled through the junk drawer, he asked myself and others if I had diagnosed my wallet. I never put contractor cards in my wallet and I couldn’t figure out why he would even mention it. He reminded myself and others that the last time he was there, I was on my way out to dinner with my friend. I remembered that encounter, although I also knew I had a strange puse. I found the card at the bottom of the now empty wallet. I was ready to call our Heating and A/C tech when or if something went wrong.