I believe I’ve griped (more than) a bit about the stress and jam-packed nature of my schedule this month. So imagine my distress walking into a closing where my clients, the real estate agent, and the children of the other party are all sick. Coughing, wheezing, sneezing sick.
I let my clients keep the pen I had given them for signing. I let the agent use his own pen to acknowledge receipt of his commission check. I liberally applied Purell the moment I got in my car, and let my briefcase sit overnight before unpacking it.
But I am still paranoid that one of those projectile germs found its way into my respiratory system, as there is no way I can miss a closing or be fuzzy headed while participating.