March 20, 2010
I lied in bed listening to the sound of Mike's overworked voice lull me out of bed. I had looked at the wrong Saturday the night before and he was asking me where I was, if I was already in the store. I should have been there a half hour ago. In the kitchen, I dialed him, willing myself to use only clear and concise language so he understood. "I'll be there at a quarter after," I said, instinctively using a time within the hour. He hesitated. He knew about my driving situation. "No, uh, be here when you can."