I just returned to the office after a few days to deliver my son back to his university. Thanks to electronic communications, the pile of crap from which I must dig out is smaller than the old days, but I still have a bunch of stuff to consider. Some involves scheduling over the next couple of months, and I just had this series of texts with my husband.
Me: When is the gala?
Him: That's the gala where they make the big announcement.
Me: And it's in October? This fall?
Him: The first event is this fall.
Me: Do you have a date? I need to schedule some stuff.
Him: You can't go?
Me: I can if you give me the date to make sure I don't schedule the other stuff.
If I were carrying, I might walk over to his office and just shoot him. Of course, I still don't know the damn date I need to schedule my stuff around...