"You got something official from Medicare," said The Husband, going through the mail the other day. "Be sure you open it up and read it."
"You tear up envelopes without looking inside. This may be important," he cautioned. "I'm putting it on the table."
Yesterday, the letter caught my eye. It did look very official, so I ripped the envelope open rather than in half.
"It's my Medicare card!"
The Husband patted my shoulder.
Medicare won't kick in for another three months. It is nice to know the organization has its ducks in the row. Now, I need to get mine in a row and choose the best Medicare plan for me.
Thank you, President Lyndon B. Johnson!