So my phone rang last night when I was off doing something else. Probably having a pee or looking thru the fridge for something to quell the nausea.
It rings a lot lately but it’s always these wrong numbers being dialed by a) a harried business man who thinks I’m his secretary. His office phone seems to be one number off from my cell and he periodically calls to yell at me about having coffee made when he gets here or cancelling some meeting. He never stays on the phone long enough to find out he’s dialed a wrong number and I’m not going through the permutations to save “Shelly” some grief. or b) some woman who is either intoxicated or woefully stupid and thinks I’m her friend with some exotic name.
So when I got back I didn’t check the voicemail. And then I forgot. In all fairness, I was quite out of it.
But no! This time it was an actual FRIEND calling with actual NEWS! Happy news. Very happy news.
And I reflect once again how nice it is to be friends with people through the bad times and the good. Because when the good gets there after all the bad it seems extra good.
A running theme, it seems, for this week in my life.