What a day
Friday, April 19, 2013
Sleep does not come easy to me. Once I get there, I would like to stay there.
I know I saw 1:20 on my clock. Then my phone rang at 2:10. It was Dr Dani. Something must be terribly wrong. She was crying. He BFF's dad died. He had been sick for more than three years. It's not like it was a surprise, I thought. I found it really hard to be sympathetic at 2:10. And I darned sure wasn't being particularly communicative. So I fell back on a lesson I have learned about dealing with women ... they just want you to listen.
So I shut up and listened.
Until she started repeating herself. "Honey, it's 2 AM and I just fell asleep an hour ago. Can we take this up when the sun is in the sky." She told me she'd be coming in on Sunday for a Tuesday funeral. Even better! We (You) can talk (and I will listen) on Sunday.
Little did I know that at just about that time, stuff was coming down in Boston. In fact, I hadn't even turned on the TV or looked at the Internet for over an hour after I got up. She(WMBO) needed me to bring something to her office and she asked me what I thought about what was happening. I was clueless.
Then the TV or radio was on all day. Actually I muted the TV while I was outside working between raindrops where I had the radio going ... just so if something DID happen it was already on. (I think I need professional help)
Pretty much nothing was happening and the talking heads were just talking to each other about the same stuff over and over and over again, but I wanted to not miss anything when it did. Then around the time the grabbed the guy, I was in the John anyway.
Isn't always the way? As it was, you didn't see it happen anyway.
I am going to run a nice little local 5k tomorrow. It's one I do every year because it's fun.