I had a stressful Monday, from computer problems the first 90 minutes of my workday right up to leaving work and finding my car in the garage with a flat tire. Thankfully, I was able to get the tire fixed relatively quickly and inexpensively. I picked up takeout for dinner because I was in no mood to cook.
Got home and grabbed the phone to call Mom while I dished up the shrimp with lobster sauce and poured a glass of wine. Conversation begins like this:
“Hi, sweetie! How are you doing today?”
“Better now. It was a stressful day, but it’s all good. How are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m doing pretty good. But I’m going to have to move out of here…”
I had about two seconds for my heart to drop into my stomach, thinking “Oh God, not this! Not today! What could have happened? She’s been so happy there…” — and then she continued,
“… because people are watching TV and I can’t really hear you.”
“Oh! You want to move into the other room where you can talk better? OK, I’ll hold on.”
Huge sigh of relief. It’s all good.