Crossing the Bridge

Last night, for the first time in ten years, I had no evening receptionist. Normally, if one girl cannot come in, another will fill in. Yesterday, no one was available. We had always said we would formulate a plan and cross that bridge when we came to it. I told each doctor they had to fend for themselves and I put a message on the answering machine. This morning I will see if I will be floating or drowning.