Sunday was relatively uneventful. Yuriy called me up and told me to open the safe early, as it had not been recalibrated for the daylight savings. Well, around 10:45 pm, Sarah called! We had a great conversation, and of course I forgot all about the safe until it was too late. She seems to miss me as much as I do her. I told her that I realize neither of us is to blame for the lessening of out time together, but it still bothers me. Of course, I told her before that we were at a plateau with no way of climbing higher for now, and that we should enjoy the view. And I am the one complaining about it. We are both looking forward to the end of December with great anticipation. I can't wait to spend days with her.
After we stopped talking, I called Yuriy and told him what had happened. Then I listed my options. He suggested calling the credit card company to see whether or not the credit card receipts reconcile automatically if nothing is done with them. The customer support person said no. So, I figured out how much the credit card receipts were without the tips (all of them were in the safe), and did all the paperwork without actually making up a deposit for the day.
In the morning, I went to work and fixed my blunder. No harm done. Yay. Then I reread One More Sunday, by John D. MacDonald. Faith mixed with religion, politics, and human frailties. Here's a little book review of it I found online...
I miss you Sarah, and I will try not to dampen our moods when I have limited time to talk to you.