I miss journaling...
...so I think I may start to do it more often.
I was rudely awakened at 4:30am to the sound of my phone ringing. I honestly thought someone had died. Luckily that didn't happen; instead, it was my sister.
"I laid down to take a nap at six and, uh, slept til just now."
I was a little irritated. "Why are you telling me this?" I wanted to hang up on her, but resisted the temptation just in case it turned out to be dire.
"I was supposed to bring you Easter dinner; Mom said so. Want me to bring it now?"
"Not really!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could she have the nerve--
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a smell that just about ended my life. The trash had not been taken out all weekend. I stood up and started to dress myself whilst balancing the phone on my shoulder, knowing I couldn't go back to sleep now. "Bring the food over."
Gina proceeded to tell me that she did not put the Easter dinner Mom had prepared in the fridge, so it was probably quite nasty. She came over anyway, apologized profusely and we went to breakfast on her. Now things were starting to look up. I helped her memorize some Italian words (and in the process I remembered some German) and drank three cups of coffee. Beautiful.
And so begins my day...
I was rudely awakened at 4:30am to the sound of my phone ringing. I honestly thought someone had died. Luckily that didn't happen; instead, it was my sister.
"I laid down to take a nap at six and, uh, slept til just now."
I was a little irritated. "Why are you telling me this?" I wanted to hang up on her, but resisted the temptation just in case it turned out to be dire.
"I was supposed to bring you Easter dinner; Mom said so. Want me to bring it now?"
"Not really!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could she have the nerve--
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a smell that just about ended my life. The trash had not been taken out all weekend. I stood up and started to dress myself whilst balancing the phone on my shoulder, knowing I couldn't go back to sleep now. "Bring the food over."
Gina proceeded to tell me that she did not put the Easter dinner Mom had prepared in the fridge, so it was probably quite nasty. She came over anyway, apologized profusely and we went to breakfast on her. Now things were starting to look up. I helped her memorize some Italian words (and in the process I remembered some German) and drank three cups of coffee. Beautiful.
And so begins my day...