Wednesday

Meeting Joshua didn't exactly go as planned. He blames his birth mother for abandoning him, and stated that he, 'Had a mother.' I get his anger and his loyalty to the woman who raised him, but I still wished it had gone better.

Sometimes the Postables don't deliver?

I hope that Norman's meeting with his grandmother goes better than ours. I think those two quirky people might be just what each other needs. I wonder where they ended up going? I hope it wasn't the toxic waste dump!

Anyway, I returned to the office and Rita and I got down to the business of some pretty straightforward mail redirection. It was all going okay until this dedicated postal worker was attacked by some aggressive mail and needed a pair of tweezers to rectify the situation. Of course, I couldn't find my own, and decided to pilfer some from a colleague. Oliver was off at a departmental meeting debating the need to re-stripe the parking lot (wow, what an advertisement for going into management!) so I decided to ransack his desk for some (tweezers obviously). It was then that I came face to face with what could be called an ethical dilemma. There, sitting in the top drawer of his desk, was the letter he wrote to his wife, Holly. Come on, O'Toole! The top drawer is for stationery. Personal correspondence needs to be at least in the third drawer down. Regardless, there mocking me was the envelope. The unsealed envelope. Who doesn't seal a letter? Unless it wasn't finished? Or was he testing me? Did he want me to see its contents? I held that thing in my hands, and let's face it, seriously thought about reading it. I even distracted Rita enough to create a little bit of time to be … curious, but then wise Rita, even though she was talking about Norman's gift, reminded me that he (she meant Norman, but the words worked for Oliver and I as well) would share when he was ready. Point taken – drawer closed. Drawer closed just as Oliver (returning from the not-long-enough meeting) walked through the swinging doors. Oh help! He thinks I read it! The Snarky comment about everyone respecting each other's space might have been a clue.

Thankfully, we were soon interrupted by Norman and Ardis, returning from their bonding adventure. Why Ardis was in the overnight delivery bin I am still not sure, but anyway, telling Norman about Joshua, the Cardiothoracic surgeon, led us to the next surprise in this case. Joshua is a twin! Rita's phenomenal memory meant that she recalled seeing a face that she thought was Joshua's in a high school gazette. Question? Why was Rita reading that? Question? Who wrote their headlines? 'When Cheerleaders Attack'..really?

Moving on, Joshua Davis has a twin, Matt Jacobs. Tomorrow, we are going to meet Matt and see if we can connect him with his brother.

P.S. Oliver is certainly wearing a great deal of plaid at the moment. Double plaid today in fact. Is that colour code, or pattern code for something in Oliverspeak?

P.P.S. Wasn't I good not laughing out loud when Ardis ironically called Oliver a 'load of laughs'?

P. . Would I have read it if I was not interrupted? Pre-Denver Shane definitely would. Denver Shane, well she would at least stop to think first.