It is the one thing in my otherwise stress-free life that is causing me anxiety.

It is a Post-it Note with today’s date on it and “10 a.m.”

I remember being aware of it about five days ago and, in the hurly burly of playing editor, only occasionally wondered what it was for.

You see, there is nothing else written on the Post-it Note. Just today’s date and “10 a.m.”.

Am I supposed to be someplace at that time? Is someone supposed to come here? Am I supposed to phone someone?

By the way, at the time of this writing, it is 9:40 a.m. So, you can imagine how my anxiety is increasing exponentially now.

Working from home, I have the privilege of dressing either as if I will be seen by people today … or not. This one little Post-it Note has compelled me to wear the jeans with no holes in them and the shirt with no stains.

But I will not wait, powerless, for a phone call from someone asking me why I am not where I promised I would be. I am going to sleuth this out.

First of all, what is significant about the time? If it weren’t for the fact that it is in my handwriting I would not believe it. There is no way I would schedule an appointment for 10 a.m. because that is when The View is on.

OK, no snickering out there. The View is a great way to get a read on how our popular culture is emerging. Besides, I think Joy is a riot. Some people say Whoopi is, but she’s lost some game from her Comic Relief days.

Anyway, 10 a.m. could mean many things. It is the time most people take their coffee break. It is 1 p.m. in Toronto and that is when people get back from lunch. It is still considered early in the day, but not frighteningly so.

Nothing comes to mind, so I look at the What’s Happening Listings in What’s Up Yukon to see what is happening right now somewhere in the Yukon that I might have wanted to attend.

This is interesting: I have just discovered there is nothing happening today at 10 a.m. in the Yukon. We have an entire page of upcoming events there, there are so many that the font is almost too small to read, yet there is nothing happening at 10 a.m. today.

Next step is to search my Evolution (Outlook, to you Windows users) to see if I have any e-mails that refer to 10 a.m. I just punched “10 a.m.” into “Find” and … nothing. Let’s try “10:00”. Hmm, nothing again. How about just “10”? Too many now … it’s crazy.

My cell phone alarm just rang. But that only means it is time for my Organic Black Raven coffee – made just the way Zola taught me – and to enjoy it with the girls on The View. I’ll be back … I’ll bring my phone.

Hot Topics are over and I see I have no angry e-mails and my phone hasn’t rung at all.

I guess I will just have to steal myself for the inevitable “What happened to you?” that will come at me sometime, someplace, from someone.

I just hope I wasn’t supposed to donate a kidney or something because, you know, you just can’t sew somebody back up again and wait for another day.


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