Priorities.

Since I heard about Liz, nothing else seems that important anymore. We're down to four people in my department, I planned a luncheon tomorrow for over 100 people including all of our executives, the charity auction I'm working on is now 3 weeks away, and my house is still for sale. But all I can think of is that next phone call from my mom telling me how Liz is doing. I'm starting to resent all the little things keeping me from driving home to see her.