I don’t like having blood drawn.
I don’t like anything about doctors’ appointments except the declaration, “You’re fine.”
At the end of August, however, I headed toward a routine appointment and observed a flurry of teachers returning to their desks and their duties.
No, I can’t believe it’s time for school to start: where did the summer go?
Better still, where did the months of January through July go?
Those thoughts were traveling circuitously through my brain when I opened the doors to the doctors’ office and found the girls of my past.