When enough is not enough

After being up until beyond 3:00 a.m. the night before, Sandra and I resumed work first thing last Saturday morning. This was in an effort to complete the final touches necessary for finishing a large order for T-shirts that she’d received the previous week.

It was somewhat surprising to have one of the gentlemen who’d once lived across the street knock at our front door. He inquired as to whether we had anything to eat and explained having been without food for a couple of days. Sandra answered the door but explained we’d not prepared anything due to our involvement in work being done for a client. She did, however, confirm the fact our son had recently left to pick up food for the grands and specified the gentleman could have some of the food upon his return.