Thursday, May 26, 2005
do they ever really go away?
So Richard sends me an email, saying he's been trying to call but my line is busy, and he thinks I may have a key of his. I call him & remind him of my cellphone (I don't use my landline anymore, except for the internet; I don't even have a phone plugged into it). He says, oh, he doesn't have that number. I say, yes, you do, I sent it to you, probably twice. Anyway.... he says he's locked himself out of his car by accident, and that he thinks he left a copy of his car key at my place. O yes, I do recall that, cursing myself for not having more thoroughly divested myself.
He stopped by, got key (I handed it to him at the door, not inviting him in), we had awkward conversation ("Soo.... the Canadians didn't have an election?" "Nope...." "OK...."), he left.
Solution to life's troubles? My rapidly-emptying bottle of Macallan 12-year. Cheers!
Followup: Huh. Check out this post from (just over) a year ago. does it remind me of richard? -- not so much. Does it make me go, "shit, I need to e-mail Parviz about this year's ancient & medieval conference; I need to get those abstracts together!!!" -- yes. Is that skewed priorities?
jane 3:33 PM [+]