I have a friend who is particularly fond of my writing, and
she has been vocal in her appreciation of my previous blog entries, among other
works to be found here and there. It is this same friend that I found myself
exchanging texts with mere minutes into the New Year of 2015, enough that it
became obvious the conversation needed to transition into a phone call. When I
dialed her digits however, the call stubbornly refused to go through. Angrily, my
phone disconnected instantly from each attempt to call, yet would allow texts
to come through and be sent. This felt just shy of being passive-aggressive,
and for a moment I despaired at the thought of beginning the year needing to
replace my stupid smart phone.
I thought about calling someone else to see if this was
limited to only the one number, but this proved a challenge: who else wouldn’t
mind the call at that hour? Yes, lots of friends were likely still up for New
Year’s, but we’re all at an age where more and more of us are going to bed at
earlier hours, even on holidays. My own body clock is just horrific when it
comes to such things (which I blame on both a genetic predisposition toward
staying up late, and many years working late and overnight shifts), but normal
human beings tend to go to sleep at normal hours. It wouldn’t have been fair to
wake anyone else up just to test my cell phone. And anyone else who was already
up was probably partying too hard to answer. I was stuck.
Then it hit me: call
the time.
