What a fucking morning. Jesus.
I've talked to Mr. Moon and he's probably going to get his business done at the bank and then head back up north to continue the hunt which I understand. He's trying to take care of everything but it's disconcerting to know he's here but that he'll be gone again.
But that's nothing compared to my shock when I realized that my landline's voice mail had two messages this morning. Both from Hank. He'd called at 3:21 a.m. to tell me he was having a horrible nosebleed and needed a ride to the ER and another one from 8:30 to tell me he was okay.
The room we're sleeping in now doesn't have a phone in it. Okay, sure, my iPhone is plugged in but I turn the ringer off at night and I can't make or receive calls out of the house on it anyway because there is some sort of strong anti-cell-phone protective barrier going on within these old walls and underneath the tin roof which leads me to wonder if perhaps those folks who line their hats with tinfoil to protect their brains from evil beaming rays may have something figured out.
Anyway, Hank managed to get May on her phone and she sped through the dark streets and picked up her brother and took him to the ER and that situation is resolved but I NEVER KNEW IT WAS GOING ON AND I FEEL AWFUL!
God. And I guess I was in my bathroom when the second call came in and since it's approximately a quarter mile from the rest of the house, I didn't hear the phone in there, either.
So from now on out, I'm bringing a phone with me into the bedroom at night and that's that.
I've talked to Hank now and I've talked to May and everyone is okay but I feel distressed and guilty and anxious. I don't care how old my babies are, even the slightest hint of a threat to them and their health and wellbeing is enough to send me into a spin and make me want to do something to fix it. NOW!
To put the cherry on top of the cowgirl (thanks, Tom Robbins), there's a possible freeze warning for tonight and of course all of my plants are outside. Most of them are too heavy for me to drag in so I'm going to have to get out and cover everything up in sheets and blankets like little babies in an under-heated orphanage. Every year I go through this and every year I wonder why in hell I bother.
Gibson and Owen both are still running fevers although they seem mostly okay. Owen didn't eat much for a few days but Lily reports he's doing better with that today and of course, it would take more than a viral infection to do much to curb Gibson's appetite. I am probably going to go in and babysit them for a few hours this afternoon and hopefully, get to see and kiss my husband before he returns to the deer stand.
And so it goes. The wind is blowing this cold air in like a giant fan set in front of the freezer but the sun is shining clean and strong through it all. The Bradford Pear leaves are still green but they are rustling and talking as if in alarm and they should be.
I went out last night and had fun and felt bold and happy and obviously in doing that, I have upset the entire order of the universe.
At least that's how it feels. To a crazy woman.
I want my boring back!
I better go round up sheets and blankets.
How is it where you live? Have the crazies set in there too or is all well?
Let me know.