You got me. I always spin you a buried memory instead of keeping up with the present when I feel kind of boxed in.
It's no big deal, really. Lochlan was vaguely annoyed but not too concerned by my trip down memory lane and I felt a little better because I could at least think about something besides the quiet phone in the pocket of my sweater.
Ben didn't call. Daniel went to spend two and a half days with him and is home now. He said Ben looked wonderful. He said he was in great spirits, very upbeat and sociable and healthy and well-grounded in his wellness plan. It was all the things Daniel didn't say that seemed to be the most telling and eventually I let him off the hook, much to his relief.
I'm sorry, Bridget.
Don't be. You didn't do anything.
I should have made him call.
Oh, well that wouldn't have made me feel better if he had only called because he was forced to. Really. It's okay. I'm just happy he is doing so well. That's all I want is for him not be crushed by this.
He could still be a man and call you, Bridget. Did he call Loch?
Not that I know of.
Daniel eventually was ambushed by Schuyler, who missed him and had all sorts of plans for the two of them for this afternoon, and I stood there in shades of green, wishing things were that un-complicated in my life.
I don't think they've ever been easy, to tell you the truth, when instead I would much prefer to lie.
