Zoe is sick. I am sick. Chuck was sick. Then he apparently gave it to both of us and left town. He's a giver my husband. None of that is the point of this entry. I guess I just felt like sharing.
Chuck is out of town. He phoned tonight at about 8:00 as he does every night. Zoe's alleged bedtime is 8:00 so he always calls to say goodnight to her. When he phoned I was sitting at my computer. I shared with him that we both felt like crap and thanked him for being such a giver. He suggested that reading his two new entries would cure what was ailing me (as if), so to humor him I went over to his journal.
I kinda started reading but it's really hard to read and talk on the phone at the same time so I told him I'd read later.
He insisted, however, that I read at least the top entry and that he'd gladly wait. So I read. I chuckled (no pun intended, but that cracked me up) and told him I was going to click on the link.
The very second, I mean the absolute very second, the picture opened up, I hear through the phone Chuck's impression of angel music.
We're so in synch sometimes it even frightens me.
Posted by beth at July 22, 2004 11:39 PM