I woke up this morning thinking it was Monday, but it’s Tuesday. Usually that happens the other way around.
I’m really hoping for a relatively easy week. I hardly got to see manfriend last week because of our schedules. And he scared the living bejesus out o f me on Saturday.
I called to wake him up at 8:15 to see if he still wanted to go to yoga with me. He’s been really tired lately and not sleeping well at night, so he decided to stay in bed. He asked me to call at 12:00 to make sure he was up to go see a dog he was interested in adopting. I called and he didn’t answer. 5 minutes later he still didn’t answer. I waited until 1:00 and tried again. No answer. So I decided to make cookies for my dad for Father’s Day. I got done around 2:30 and still hadn’t heard anything. By this time I was starting to get anxious. He usually calls me back pretty quickly. Plus he had had a seizure after his car accident, so I felt I had some right to be worried. On the more logical side of things (it was a one-time seizure, and he’d been fine for the last 6 weeks), I didn’t know if he had to be at work at 4:00 or later. So I headed over.
I don’t have a key to his place, but luckily his apartment is on the bottom floor and his window was open. He was fine. He was just in such a deep sleep that he didn’t hear his phone. I told him never to do that to me again-even though I know he didn’t do it on purpose.
It also showed him how much I care. And I think I surprised myself a little by how much I care. Which is honestly a little scary.