Notes on the Weekend

Me and the Hubby visited with Jimmy's recruiter while we were doing our running around Thursday. Because Jimmy tells us nothing (which makes my mother in heaven laugh-but with me, not at me). They've been making him exercise, so basics won't be such a shock. They've been wanting to see him as often as possible, but I guess the only phone numbers they had were home and his work, Braum's in Guthrie. Yes, I was bad, I gave him Jimmy's cel phone number. Having never dealt with recruiters, they seem to sincerely want him to succeed. He's also supposed to be reading the crapola in a little booklet, but he hasn't. But he always was a last minute assignment worker. Geez, can time slow down?! Can it be only 2 weeks away?