Well, that "arrival" I've been anticipating all week finally showed up yesterday.
And it brought loads of, well, just plain feeling yucky.
So last night after dinner, when Anna Marie asked to go to Gramma's, I didn't argue. I dialed the number and handed her the phone.
Ahh - a night all to myself.
After I got back home from mom's, I straightway got into my PJs, dished up some pumpkin fluff, and set about my night of vegging out. Jason was working on some computer-stuff, so I didn't feel so bad about getting some alone time.
Besides, as poorly as I felt, I wouldn't have been very good company.
I eventually just climbed into bed, grabbed the clicker, and started channel surfing.
About an hour later, the phone rang. The caller ID said it was from one of the Memphis TV stations.
I answered it, and the girl on the other end asked for me. Don't ask me how she'd found me at home - the house phone is in Jason's name. She asked if I'd heard anything about a shooting at our local college campus. She said she'd talked to the PR person there, who'd told her there were no students involved and pointed her to the Sheriff. This reporter had called the Sheriff at home, and gotten his answering machine. She'd called the Sheriff's Department, and they'd recently had a shift change and no one knew much about it. She was asking me if I could give her any pointers as to finding more information.
Really, I didn't, but if I did, and I helped her, I could possibly have lost my job. Her employer is considered competition, after all.
I called our GM, who has a police scanner at home. She'd just gotten home herself, but she called her sister-in-law who is a dorm mother at the college. She said no one was hurt, the shots were fired into someone's tires behind the cafeteria.
It took me some time to get back into my relaxed mode, but somehow, I perservered.
And managed to spend a nice, productive night just laying in bed flipping channels.
We all need one of those once in a while, don't we?