At 9AM I placed the scheduled FaceTime breakfast call.
No answer.
I ate my bagel with cream cheese and orange juice alone at the table, looking out he window at the backyard, skimming the news and Facebook on my iPad
Incoming text message: “Overslept… lemme walk the dogs…*”
I’m watching John Prine videos.
Hello In There.
A wave of sadness overwhelms me.
This is the saddest I have felt in years.
I almost cried.
Almost.
I don’t want to wind up like the old people in this song.
*
*the call came through about 45 minutes later. I’m better now.