All over the weekend as I entertained people at home and worked through my paper or watched the Super Bowl cheering for the underdogs, there was a part of me eyeing the phone, willing for it to ring. But ring it did not.
As Amma kept asking if K called. I replied my mouth set in a firm line. No. And am not going to call either. But years of being the one who reaches out always didn’t help. So, pick up the phone I did and call.
As I drove to work today, I wondered what sets some people apart from others. The need to be in touch. To be connected. Constantly. While others are content to let be. To remain gloriously detached. There was a time when the disconnect would have had me close to tears. Not now. But that does not stop me from wondering.
Enough rambling on a Monday morning. So, how are you doing?