I was awakened this holiday morning around 10:30 am by my mother calling from her cell phone in Mom & Dad's car, en route to my sister's house for Thanksgiving lunch through a semi-dangerous fog (no pun intended).
I always have to size myself up when roused in the morning to see if I can sound sensible if I answer the phone, but I picked up. "Are you about ready to leave?" "Oh, I wasn't going to leave for a while yet -- what time is lunch?" "Noon!" The drive in fog may take nearly an hour, and I need a shower first. I'm as cooked as my sister's turkey.
"Well, I'll probably be last-minute." Mom knows by now what I'm implying. "Well, if - for SOME reason - you can't make it, be SURE to call so we know something didn't HAPPEN to you on the road in this fog!"
Click.
Me and my dog (who wasn't invited to the bash anyway, so she's happier out of the kennel-cage) are having a quiet day at home. Doesn't it feel like Thanksgiving Thursday was supposed to be NEXT week?
Maybe I'll call later and ask Mom to drop off a care package & doggie bag on the way back through town. I don't feel too guilty about that, because I have to call anyway, to settle Mom's inevitably rising anxiety that I've become a smudge on the rear end of a semi truck - "in this fog."
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