6/12/02: I could hear a river rushing in my head
The phone was ringing every fifteen minutes all night, always this weird clicking noise then silence. I had this weird feeling of forboding -- it was a dark, muffled day and at work each minute had been an hour. So when the phone rang again I hoped it would be a person this time and it was -- it was my boy.
This made me happy. I told him about the weird phone calls and then asked him how he was doing. He said, "Well, I have good news and bad news." The good news is, he's going to Greece after all, despite the past few days when it looked like he wasn't going to go. The bad news is, he has to leave Saturday because the airline isn't going to honor his ticket any other way.
I said, Saturday? Like today is Wednesday and then there's Thursday and Friday and Saturday? That Saturday?
He said, "Yeah."
I said, "Oh, okay," and there was this weird loud silence, like I could hear a river rushing in my head, and I sort of put the phone down and it clicked off. I sat there for a minute listening to that sound, then called him back.
No answer.
He's mad at me now for hanging up on him.
Excuse me now, I feel a bad bout of something coming on.