I called Joe when i got out of work at 4. He had just left Puddingstone and was on his way to visit a friend in Quincy. He had my number at home, but this morning when he went to call me he learned that it was on his old cell phone. So i e-mailed him my # when i got home and hopefully we can get together late this week.
Did i mention that it was raining? He was talking on his cell phone, while driving, in the rain, on the highway. !!! The phrase "hydro-plane" kept running through my head. The sick thing is that on my way home i started thinking about how if he died it would be the first death to really affect me and i started thinking about what i would say at his funeral.
And yes i did walk home, in the rain. It's not like it was pouring. I like the rain.
(Remember this? I recently found this, and it always makes me want to cry.)
