Gratitude goes to my middle child! I got stuck when one of my mum's docs switched an appointment this morning to a day I had just told the manager I could work. Wheee ... quick call to J. He will request off work, take his gramma to the doc, and pick up T from school. (I was going to ask the hubster to pick up T and give up his nap, but now all is good.) Way to pick up the ball, J!
