February 23, 2007
Trying to call my assistant, who booked the trip, I call a former colleague instead. The mistake is a simple one: their first names are the same, and right next to each other in the directory on my phone. She was surprised, but so happy to talk to me that it was infectious. The stress I felt, trying to change my flights (trying being the operative word here, in every sense) vanished as she told me of the happy events of the past few months, much-needed after a dark, difficult year. My mistake was the best part of the day.