Thursday, April 10, 2008

A 2am phone call.

A phone call in the middle of the night is never a good thing. One answers the phone, completely groggy and when one hears, "Christina, put M on the phone," wonders where are the pleasantries? But it's 2am and this is obviously not a social call.

It's been 366 since we've gotten a phone call in the middle of the night. It's been 366 days and 1 hour since the next call, "Christina, I want you to sit up in bed."

Clearly, my days of 2am phone calls being friends leaving after last call are over.