I have to make this snappy because there's much to do before we head for Samsonville. I was interrupted with a phone call this afternoon, as I worked on my class. I'm not a phone person, and in fact during non-business hours I rarely answer it, and I almost never check the answering machine. It was something of a shock, and a difficult call, from a troubled (ex?) friend. If I knew who was calling, I probably would not have picked up. I do have caller ID, but the box needs batteries (there's a lesson there somewhere). I have already written several fiction pieces based on this relationship; it might make a book, but then it might be too likely to hurt. But I will write a bit more about all of this here, later.