When Tammy left a message on Facebook asking me to call her my first thought was, not again! Why do we need to talk more than once every 6-12 months when it’s so much easier and more convenient to just keep in touch online? She knows I hate phones too, and how unpredictable the phones out here can be. We may both make a lot of money, but why pay for minutes or whatever when there is Facebook and email?!?!

But before I could get all that frustrated I read on to see that she was heading up to Mass General for what I guess is testing. I don’t know the details but that’s when I realized she may be too sick to sit up and write with whatever it is she’s got. She also isn’t big on writing which was why I was surprised when she first mentioned wanting to start her own journal, which she also said she wanted to ask me about. I thought that if the problem was in her lungs it would actually be easier to type than to talk, but I guess not. Still… I HATE PHONES! LOL, how did we end up swapping shoes like this? She didn’t exactly hate phones in the past but I myself was once totally into phones. Hell, I lived on the phone.

Andy said he hopes she’s ok as it’d be a shame to lose the enabler, the poodle, and then her in such quick succession. Well, I did think it a bit odd that she’d be doing up wills at her age, and I would think God would want to make sure she wasn’t around to run to if He ever felt the need to get a good laugh out of beating us over the head with money again, but nah. She’ll live. I have confidence that she’ll get whatever’s going on with her taken care of sooner or later.

Anyway, I’ll call her in the morning and then hopefully that will be it for a while and we can take advantage of the ease and convenience of FB. I did notice she hadn’t been around for about a week or so, but I had thought she was just busy.

Also tomorrow, Tom can enjoy his one day off. He can’t wait for the extra time off he’ll have on Thanksgiving and I don’t blame him one bit.

I’m pissed because my period is two days late. Very unusual for me. If I were just a little younger I’d be shitting bricks in another day or two if I still didn’t get it, but it does feel like it’s on the verge of turning itself on. Question is, do I want to work out today?