Jennifer apologized profusely for getting home late last night when I was babysitting (i.e. dozing/watching Strangers with Candy), and she hoped that the late night didn’t “disturb my Monday.” But I am an unemployed writer, spending my Monday between my blog and the erotica novel I am editing for money. How can this perfect world be disturbed? She said to enjoy it while it lasts.
Well that was embarrassing. I’m at Cville Coffee and I thought I heard my cell phone ring but it was someone else’s. I’m standing up, rushing, madly digging in my bag when the dude next to me answers calmly “hello?” At ease, Jennifer… It’s just a phonecall. I’ve got a bag of baby stuff and a carseat I’m going to drop off on my way to get Harper today. You know you’re reading this in realtime.